tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post112724641238171259..comments2024-03-21T12:51:21.667-04:00Comments on Whisky Prajer: Bad Jeans = Bad Posturedpreimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09905531259256800022noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1127403230356628472005-09-22T11:33:00.000-04:002005-09-22T11:33:00.000-04:00Hmm. Looks like I missed with the "tight, creased...Hmm. Looks like I missed with the "tight, creased, and starched" bit.Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1127400753901448482005-09-22T10:52:00.000-04:002005-09-22T10:52:00.000-04:00Everytime I see a plumbing incident, I immediately...Everytime I see a plumbing incident, I immediately think of the Saturday Night Live skit with Bill Murray and Gilda Radner. <BR/><BR/>As to the jeans dilemma - real men wear Wranglers - tight, creased, and starched enough to be used as tent spikes in an emergency...Cowtown Pattiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07384649567351202679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1127311907837641332005-09-21T10:11:00.000-04:002005-09-21T10:11:00.000-04:00These are all very disturbing suggestions. The si...These are all very disturbing suggestions. The sight of me in my pants and a torn shirt would certainly scare the locals, but not nearly so much as the sight of me carrying a piece, loaded or otherwise. Either one of these options would land me in a padded room (or box)!<BR/><BR/>As for pants accomodating the touch of Ms. Bacall, that must be why Bogie looks so glum.Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1127310845509885302005-09-21T09:54:00.000-04:002005-09-21T09:54:00.000-04:00I'll second on the shirt issue - don't think about...I'll second on the shirt issue - don't think about it, just do it! The missus will clam up about the pants in no time.<BR/><BR/>Unlike you I do get the plumber's crack. Undoubtedly most women find it incredibly sexy but my shy demenour just isn't comfortable with my cheeks smiling at every passer by. Maybe we can arrange a jeans-swap?Trent Reimerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11856687416662007848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-1127305899671121352005-09-21T08:31:00.000-04:002005-09-21T08:31:00.000-04:00I think it was your wife's really that hopefully h...I think it was your wife's <I>really</I> that hopefully had you ransacking your closet for a shirt that could be appropriately ripped and "adjusted" a la Doc Savage to complete your look. If not that, then it's time to buy a piece and carry it around (unloaded, of course) at a 90 degree cocked arm angle. Well, at <B>least</B> when you're pantallooned in that manner.<BR/>Look at it this way, this new look may scare off those local miscreants you'd mentioned in the past that were snivelling around your garage.<BR/>And, while we're talking about the garage, if you had Ms. Bacall parked on your gat-holding arm, your pants would <B>have</B> to be, ummm, accomodating...if the drift is catchable.DarkoVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11572734667248592785noreply@blogger.com