Captain’s Log 5,895
I saw these in the store the other day. I wonder how long it would take people to realize I was wearing them.
When I lived in the Twin Cities, I once drove all the way across Saint Paul AND Minneapolis dressed in a Santa suit. Not one person even noticed. Not one. I once drove all the way across San Diego dressed like Elvis. Not one person even noticed. Not one.
Handerpants might be a big waste of money. They are far more subtle than either Santa or Elvis. Then again, I might be able to wear them to fancy cocktail parties because nobody ever pays any attention to me at those damn things anyway. It could be my private joke.
“Nobody here knows I am wearing Handerpants.”
I might get a big chuckle out of that. At least for a time or two.
Maybe I will get some and wear them when I write this journal.
Could be my own private little secret – wearing Handerpants when I blog
That’s as quirky as guys wearing ladies panties under their duck hunting pants. Or when they rope a steer.