It gets warm enough to wear shorts. Or pants long enough for anything below the hips to be a hole.
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We sometimes have a fit because our clothes no longer do.
Nothing gives you ants in your pants like ants in your pants.
Daddy might wear something/that is so uncool. But you’re not gonna knock it. Why? Your allowance is in its pocket. And you are no dumb guy.
The sign at the restaurant door said: “No shirt, no shoes, thank God for pants.”
Believe it or not, the coat rack in the acupuncturist’s waiting room was a large cactus.