Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The Importance of Pants in Today's Society

Today I had the pleasure of seeing a grown man not wearing pants.
I must remind you that all of the following events are based on a true story....

Myself and my fourth form chums were enjoying a day of learned learning, whence we excited the biblioteque via the eastern egress. As my chums and I glanced down upon the creek adjacent the classroom we happened upon a tidy gentleman dressed in rather quite shirt and slacks..... or so we thought.....

At first glance it appeared to simply be a gentleman enjoying his own company, but at second glance it was apparent he was enjoying his own company, one would say, a little too much. I duly noted "Hark! That man has failed to don his pants correctly!", my chums promptly glanced upon said de-pantsed man at which point said man attempted to hastily re-pant himself.

With all of his blouse and other personal "effects" tucked sufficiently within his dress, he huried off to whence he came and the congregation promptly re-entered the building. Now safely inside the hardened walls of a sheltered institution, said chums and I shared a round of fine whiskey and looked back upon the events of the day with fancy

2 comments:

  1. Ah, such fun! Not dissimilar to the fun that was enjoyed today in our Chinese oral.

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  2. old chum, I do remember such proceedings to have taken place, and I must also exgagerate the need for Men of grown age to be wearing proper pants to conceal himself. Ah, but the highlight of that day would be the very fine whisky which we all shared while discussing this fine topic. That whiskey, sliding down my throat, warming up my abdominals, ah, it was a fine bottle of whiskey, ney, the best bottle of whiskey that i myself have had in a long time. It reminded me of the old days, when we used to drink a nice bottle of whiskey, and go out seal clubbing, skinning the seal on the spot. That, old chap was the old days, ahhh the old days. Maybe next time we indulge ourselves with another fine bottle of whiskey we should go out for a nice seal clubbing. Oh the fond memories.

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