My Pants. Are wholesome Christian pants.
Sorry for the delay. We're still hanging out here on the second day of the fifth anniversary celebration of 9-11, passing around the 40's. God damn, we're having a good time. We've had a bunch of little Iraqi girls kidnapped and Cheney's jumping in and out of the dungeon as I type this. Listen, your tax dollars are HARD at work, and there's still more beer. I think Gonzales just ran back in with the whip. Man, that's like the sixth time today! Anyway, I'm gonna go show 'em who's in charge. As soon as I can figure out how to undo my pants.