Where's Your Pants?

The Swede will often comment about "my shows". I admit it, I watch Top Chef, The Voice, Xfactor....ok trash. But I think I've earned it. Pile that on top of the plethora of vamp smut I read and there may be cause for concern. But NOT from this seventeen old. One who leaves his jeans on my dining room table balled up does not get to call into question my TV addictions. It's funny, I went to bed, no pants on table, I come down this morning, pants on table. Whut?

The open pacakge syndrome lingers as well. The Leprechaun art was followed up by the innovative "open TastyKake box from the side. Now, he has a good sense of humor so earlier on he "Swedified" the name. Phonetically it is "TaastyKaka" short a. Use the inflection like Jamie Lee Curtis from Trading Places "I am Inga From Sveden". You get the picture..... Or maybe not.

Since we are on the topic of pants placement. The Swede has an exceptional collection of music. Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, And the ever famous Jizz in My Pants. We had his phone hooked up to the stereo driving back from NYC. Credence Clearwater plows right into Jizz. He is trying to manage this from the backseat, but I will have none of that. I turn and look at him laughing hysterically and his response, "Come on, I'm a 17 year old boy". Yes, indeed, you are as long as the Jizz stays in the song and not in your pants on my dining room table