The Mysterious Continued Prominence of Pants

Yup, those are pants, alright.

Ever since I got my own place I've been confused by how often I find myself still wearing pants.

I live alone, I feel like I should be walking around naked all the time, but I've got work and more apartment hunting, and you know … life.

So I compromise; I keep pants on, but now I let my dick hang out all day.

Man, I'm getting some weird tan lines.