my pants game is getting stronger. the jewel of my collection is my $60 mail carrier's pants w/ the blue stripe.
black plaid slacks say 'i'm here to drink coollatta and eat pussy and i'm all out of coffee coolatta!'
i've got black wool hidden in there for when i'm skating the ivy league.
those wrinkly brown calvin klein jawns are thin and cool like bedouin cloth. if you were gonna ride camels around the desert, those are the pants you'd want on.
the pink ones kinda flare at the bottom like jim greco meets herb tarlek at WKRP in cinncinnati and a boneless session happens on the bank in the parking lot.
asides the mailman's pants from the uniform store, everything is $5 or less at the thrift store.
i'm a big fan of 'old man's pants.' i can't define them but i know em when i see em.