Off With Their Pants!

What separates the men from the boys? Pants. Back in the “Olde Dayes” boys wore short pants until they were considered to be adults. When they started behaving like grown ups they got a pair of real pants.

Now, in a tremendous burst of irony, we have this:



All they way under their butt cheeks. The front of the pants right at their little penises. (I have to assume their penises are little, otherwise those pants would be riding a bit higher.)

What can we do about it, Sandra? People are just stupid.

I’ll tell you what we can do about it! I did it today on the subway stairs coming out of the F train and it was fantastic!

Pants the idiots!

That’s right, sneak up behind them and yank those stupid pants down! They can’t chase you, ‘cause their pants are around their ankles. And it takes them too long to pull them up and position them in that oh-so-special penguin-walk way. Sure you’ll have to run a little, but we can all use a little extra cardio.

Let’s start flash mobs of pants-ers! Let’s all descend on Times Square and pants the stupid idiots.

And keep your cameras ready. I’m on Facebook and I want to see the photos.