Friday, February 8, 2008


Melissa: Remember that time her son called, sobbing and distraught, because he couldn't find his knickerbockers and he had to go to dress rehearsal?

Me: Yeah, and she yelled at him for being such a wuss. God, he's never coming out of the closet.

Melissa: Not to his mom, he's not. What are knickerbockers anyway?

Me: They're like short-pants with suspenders, I think.

Melissa: Knee-pants?

Me: Yeah, knee-pants.

Melissa: So there are tights?

Me: Definitely tights.


Me: They're like pioneer leiderhosen.

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