Monday, April 10, 2006
Guess What's In My Pants
Sunday morning the whole family went out for croissants. As we were leaving, I noticed a woman standing in line wearing black, designer trackpants. And just to make sure you knew they were designer, they had "GUESS" spelled in rhinestones on the butt.* I gave Sarah the sideways nod-'n-glance telepathically transmitting "Rhinestone booty. Funny, funny." Sarah looked, nodded, and deadpanned, "Guess what's in my pants."
Zing! That's why I love ya, baby.
* And don't get me started on the ones with "Juicy" emblazoned on the backside. Yes, I know: Juicy Couture, fun-yet-fashionable, sassy-and-sweet, got-their-own-Barbies, etc., etc. Look, some things should be juicy. Others should not. How can you tell which is which? Easy. Is tomato juice good? Yes. Therefore juicy tomatoes are good. Is ass juice good? No. Therefore juicy ass is not good. Simple, n'est-ce pas?