Happy No Pants Day!

[Note: John says I have to put a little warning on today's post, so: warning.]

 

[running in]

Guys! It's No Pants Day*! Quick! TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!!

(*Or as we professional bloggers call it, "Friday.")

[ripping off velour track suit pants]

Ahhhh.

Now, I'm just going to plop down on the couch...

[PLOP!]

...and then I'm going to remember that our couch is leather. COLDCOLDCOLDCOLDCOLD!

 

While I wait for the feeling to return to my lower half, let's take a look at some cakes that are also missing pants:

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess Susie likes cheetahs, Twilight, and black string licorice.

 

Remember, it's rude to stare.

Unless the cake starts it.

 

Erm...

 

That awkward moment when you can't tell if your birthday cake is supposed to be a turn-on or an insult.

 

Oh, I just remembered: our friends across the pond call underwear "pants." Oops! Haha! Well, don't you worry, my friends: I've got you uncovered:

Just tell your kids it's a flower... growing out of a boulder... getting a shot in the a$$.

 

Thanks to Lisa M., Brandi H., Rinat, and Sarah F. for dancing with the devil in the full moon light. Now, who wants to pry me off this couch? Anyone? Anyone? Guys?

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