Your reply guys are like Pooh Bear. They wear no pants and are relentlessly trying to get in your honeypot.

The masculine urge to hitch your pants up after making a minor decision.

If liars’ pants really did catch on fire, watching the news would be a lot more fun.

One day you’re cool and then the next, you realize your favorite pair of pants are sweatpants from the grocery store.

My body is in shock this morning from having to wake up early and wear hard pants.

It’s so cold outside I saw a gangster pull his pants up and walk stiffly.

All pants are tear away pants if you’re strong enough.

I put my pants on just like everybody else: when the police tell me to.

I put my pants on like everyone else. With hope they still fit.

You know shit’s about to get real when I put on yoga pants before dessert.

Driving to work, and I just reached down to touch my leg to make sure I have pants on.

Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can’t even get into my own pants.

Wiping my hands on my pants before I’m shaking someone’s hand, so they spend the rest of the day wondering what I just touched.

I’ve just found my wide pants again. They weren’t gone at all, they’re just my tight pants now.

I’ve jogged with my jogging pants about as often as I’ve rolled through the kitchen with kitchen roll.

Diet tip: Your pants can’t get too tight if you never wear any.

Shorts should be half the price of pants.

Sometimes I’m out in public and I have to look down real quick to make sure I remembered to put on pants.

Ironically jogging pants are mostly worn by the laziest people.

I wish I loved anything as much as my two year old loves pulling my pants down.

If you ever go backpacking in the wilderness, be sure to wear corduroy pants, so you can start a fire if needed.

Can you put some pants on my voodoo doll and pop some money in the pocket, please?