Drinking in the Funny Pages: The Package is Pants


About a year ago, I was in a wedding party. A fellow groomsman and I were tasked with ferrying the groom to the out-of-town ceremony. We hadn’t driven far before my co-pilot suddenly remembered a crucial item. “OH MY GOD WE NEED TO PICK UP MY PANTS!” Turns out he’d had a new set of black slacks shipped to a nearby tavern, as he considered it a more reliable delivery spot.

This comic just doesn’t strike me as all that odd, is my point. Not that odd at all.