Imagine a fierce agent descending from a building into your apartment, fully armed. And in underwear. I would be very frightened.
Wonder what happens when she lays an egg.
I need to get them purse pants.
No wonder. Anyone getting a Bud Light would probably not tell the difference.
I'm also curious how these keep being curled from top to bottom instead of straightening up at the top.
How do you even end up in this situation? By what weird circumstance would your phone end up in your pants?
Bet you didn't see the dog, did you?
I would really want to know what happens back there, in the kitchen.
Good thing the weekend is over and I can get back to work. Oh, look! My pants decided they needed some readjustments. What an awesome day this is going to be!
Gru better get hold of those wandering minions.