Pants

I've long found the word "pants" to be one of the funniest words in the English language. I'm unable to say why exactly, I just find that any story becomes all the funnier when pants are involved. Not just because any story involving pants is funny, though that's also true, but because the word itself makes me giggle inside.

Did you know Laura Bush killed a guy with a car when they were both 17? And not just any guy - a guy who was nominated to be the most popular boy in school. I swear to God, Laura Bush went to a high school in which there was officially a "most popular boy in school." Even weirder, the kid's name was Michael Douglas, which makes me imagine some alternate universe in which the actor was the most popular boy in school and Laura Bush hit him with a car.

Incidentally, the actor married Catherine Zeta-Jones, so no matter what people thought of him in high school, he doubtlessly thinks highly of himself now.

Getting back to pants, though, I bought two pairs of jeans today. First time I've bought jeans in almost three years, and that last time was actually the first time I ever bought jeans. Ladies, you may now shake your head in dismay at the state of modern man, but know that I'm probably the exception, and the reality for most guys lies somewhere between me and my roommate Ben (who has gone shopping for jeans three or four times since September and has spent an hour and a half during each of those trips trying to find just the right pair; I should know, I had to wait for that bastard to drive me home).

P.S. It's been so long since my last post that Blogger forgot who I was. My apologies.