Open letter to my pants
Dear Khaki Pants,
Hello Khaki Pants, how are you? Good I hope. I’m writing to ask, are you happy? I treat you well don’t I? I wash you often, I use fabric softener to keep you static free and fold you neatly so you don’t wrinkle. So why then, Khaki Pants, do you constantly pitch a huge tent every time I sit down? Are you trying to embarrass me? What did I do to deserve this insubordination? I treat my Jean Pants with reckless abandon, leaving them in crumpled piles next to my dresser and they don’t pitch massive tents. So why do you? What gives? I feel it necessary to inform you that if this doesn’t stop, I will burn you with an iron and buy a pair of nice black slacks.
Regards,
Johnny
P.S.
I hate you.
Comments
i like trousers
Posted by: Kelly | February 23, 2006 02:30 PM
nice, I'm glad you finally released your anger.
Posted by: Anonymous | February 23, 2006 03:11 PM
Nothing better than an open letter to a pair of khaki pants. Down with pants, and up with mini-skirts!!!
Posted by: 5K | February 23, 2006 07:45 PM
On the other hand, pitching a huge tent, while totally embarrassing, can lead to interesting conversation
Posted by: G | February 24, 2006 07:34 AM
Don't you hate pants?
Posted by: Johnny Rockstar | February 24, 2006 10:06 AM
At least your tent doesn't show the trail between the mountains like a nice v-neck blouse does. Talk about insubordination, the trail is just there, haunting you throughout the day. The trail remains while the tent can be broken down.
Posted by: Bubbles | February 24, 2006 07:43 PM
The only real way to break down the tent is to stand up. Otherwise it looks kinda like you're kneading your crotch all day and that has its problems... so I'm told.
Posted by: Mr. Mysterio | February 24, 2006 08:24 PM
at least it was a huge tent and not a tiny tent
Posted by: The Cup | February 28, 2006 02:07 PM