In the morning you'll wake up without your pants on. If you drank enough, you'll only remember that you've hidden them, but not where, so now it's hide-and-seek with a vital part of your wardrobe in the fifteen minutes before work. Good luck!
Mokalus of Borg
PS - They're in the dryer.
PPS - You're going to be late this morning.
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Girls are pretty.
I'm Confused. Is that coz I'm in another country?
I'll admit this is, by itself, a very confusing post, and an equally confusing response from Erin, so let me provide a few handholds and footholds for everyone:
Step 1: Take a glance at Girls Are Pretty. You'll notice that the stories there bear some kind of resemblance to what I wrote today.
Step 2: Uh ... actually, that just about explains the lot of it. For thoroughness, however, I'll explain my inspiration. I'm told that alcohol has a way of blanking out bits of memory from a night out (it's because of the brain damage). If you got bored one night alone, you might just determine to take your pants off, drink enough to forget, and hide them, to leave yourself a "fun" game in the morning. Or, more accurately, you almost certainly wouldn't do such a strange thing. Which is why it's funny. Or it was, before I explained it.
If you get drunk enough to forget where you've hidden them, my guess is that you've almost certainly drunk enough that you won't remember that you'd hidden them in the first place. The next time you will think about them is when you go 'I wonder what happened to those pants'.
Hah! I beat you to it. I'll accept my winnings in the form of nachos.
Sorry, Pstonie, but I did one earlier than that. No nachos for you. Or, more accurately, no nachos from me for you.
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