All day at work I'm like:
There is nothing better than coming home from a long day of existing...
...and just stripping down.
The moment the pants come off feel like absolute freedom.
Everything can hang loose and has room to breathe.
You have direct access to your butt.
You can dance better without them.
Even Flanders know the dance with no pants.
Not to be confused with the dance in only pants.
It goes great with wine...
...and pizza...and the internet.
It goes great with everything, really.
And you know what they say, "In truly successful relationships, no one wears the pants."
The best is when you don't have to interact with other humans.
If only people still took you seriously when you're not wearing pants...
...instead of looking at it as a problem.
Then this would definitely be me. Every. Day.
