Well, while we’re on the topic of toilet humor…
I finally won a contest and now have a PFM, so I’m brushing off all the riff-raff cooties in economy class while I elbow my way to PFM first class…how you doin’ by the way?
I have to unleash my last ad mocks, so here goes:
I present Technopants 2.0!! The “FlowX”.
“X” marks the spot on these. A very unfortunate location for the intersecting lines on the backside. Here is the scenario I envision:
You are feeling pretty jaunty in your amazing leggings, walking around SoCal on vacation. You decide to cross the border into Tijuana for an authentic margarita and hit a few back alley taco stands while shopping for a velvet sombrero. All of sudden, your tummy starts speaking to you and you realize bad things are about to happen.
You run into the nearest luxury hotel to the lobby bathroom…Of the Tijuana Ritz-Carlton. You come out weak, clutching your large floppy velvet sombrero. You check in to the hotel and collapse on the bed, a few more “runs” to the bathroom overnight and then a tequila and food poisoning deep sleep. The next morning, checking out with your dark glasses and a pounding headache, you glance over and see a biohazard sign on the lobby bathroom door which has been boarded shut. You then notice the staff staring at you angrily as you slink out a side exit. FlowX marks the spot on these pants.
I finally won a contest and now have a PFM, so I’m brushing off all the riff-raff cooties in economy class while I elbow my way to PFM first class…how you doin’ by the way?
I have to unleash my last ad mocks, so here goes:
I present Technopants 2.0!! The “FlowX”.
“X” marks the spot on these. A very unfortunate location for the intersecting lines on the backside. Here is the scenario I envision:
You are feeling pretty jaunty in your amazing leggings, walking around SoCal on vacation. You decide to cross the border into Tijuana for an authentic margarita and hit a few back alley taco stands while shopping for a velvet sombrero. All of sudden, your tummy starts speaking to you and you realize bad things are about to happen.
You run into the nearest luxury hotel to the lobby bathroom…Of the Tijuana Ritz-Carlton. You come out weak, clutching your large floppy velvet sombrero. You check in to the hotel and collapse on the bed, a few more “runs” to the bathroom overnight and then a tequila and food poisoning deep sleep. The next morning, checking out with your dark glasses and a pounding headache, you glance over and see a biohazard sign on the lobby bathroom door which has been boarded shut. You then notice the staff staring at you angrily as you slink out a side exit. FlowX marks the spot on these pants.
I have been falling down on the job.
