NormThe trousers from hell
For whatever reason, I have abandoned reason for the calmer waters of the mud puddles in my undies. Mud puddles are all squishy and warm. Reason alone is reason alone to reason alone. Reasoning in groups is nigh on impossible. To be abandoned by reason is like abandoning your groceries at the bus shelter and finding a packet of nappies in your pillow case. For what it's worth, I sleep like a bucket of ants in a chicken factory. When I'm in full stride I can be heard to mutter "I'm in full stride". Having a pair of full strides is not unlike having full strides. My strides, ravishing as they are, are ravishing and full like a pair of freshly filled femur frankfurters. My legs, in full strides, have oft been compared to a couple of delectable bangers. Ladies across the globe love a man in filled strides stepping gingerly across the way with a look that says "Don't look at my mud-duds". More than duds, we're all just pants with a torso. Reason alone dictates me to be reasonable but frying doctors alleviate trousers. Trousers and trousers: very similar.
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I've always found it a battle.
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Mud duds! No thanks!
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that's a snag in my pocket and I'm happy to see you.
Norm