Pants: The Pocketed Menace.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have recently come to a realization about myself, and it is this: I hate pants. Whenever they are on my body, I am, at some level, deeply unhappy. When I come home from a long shift at work, my first thought isn't "Now I can wash the dishwater smell off my hands," or "Yes, I can wash my gross greasy face!" It's "Time to get these motherfuckin pants off." Right now I am wearing no pants whatsoever, and let me tell you, it is pretty sweet. Here is a visual aid to demonstrate the true spirit of pants. You may want to ask sensitive individuals to leave the room before viewing this image.
