I woke up, scratched my balls, and went back to sleep with a worried look on my face.
I told a friend of this girl and I suppose she went and yapped her mouth like girls do and I got the following email today at work even though she sits not ten feet away:
< WHY ARE YOUR PANT AT MY HOUSE?
And being the clever bastard that I am, I wrote back:
< pant? just one leg of them are there?
And I got:
> NO... ONLY ONE LEG IS THERE.
Touche!
In other news, I hate getting haircuts.