August 16, 2005 Of course, I'm not wearing pants as I write this.
Why is it that when I have company, when things are getting hot and heavy, when I’m about to triple X throw down, why is it that I’m suddenly incapable of removing my pants with any grace or dignity?
Maybe it’s my big Bavarian calves and feet, but I usually end up with one or both legs in a denim death lock. Then I either alternately pin-and-pull in what looks like a demented softshoe or I’ll try to kick them off like a cat with a piece of tape on the bottom of its foot.
Yes, I’ve fallen down during this process.
Is this a common problem or am I just a big dufus?