Thanks to a freak "family of skunks in my pants drawer" accident I have had to send all my pants to the dry-cleaners and Cecil says they won't be ready for two weeks because theres just that much skunk-residue on them. If I had a Skunk I'd call him Snoob.
So now I've got no pants for two, beautiful, beautiful weeks. What do you think I should do with this blissful opporunity?
Feel free to include sage advice or wistfully recount stories of your own pants-less/Skunk shenanigans.
So now I've got no pants for two, beautiful, beautiful weeks. What do you think I should do with this blissful opporunity?
Feel free to include sage advice or wistfully recount stories of your own pants-less/Skunk shenanigans.