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Tennessee legislator raises issue of.......

......"saggin' 'em" (pants, that is). Yestiddy on Laura Ingram, between religious topics, Laura interviewed an Tennessee (state?) legislator who was trying to get a fine + community service sanction laid on brain-deads who trapse around with their butt-cracks (and more!) hanging out back and their fookin' trousers essentially around their knees.

He explained the hygienic (Sp?) issue of having these bee-bee-headed pustules working in food services. After they go into the BR to "do their business" (his words), they may well wash their hands, but they then return to the food service line and split time serving you your lunch and hauling their foo keen oversized trousers up......thereby linking their hands to the self-same trousers which had lain on the floor in front of the crapper.........Yumee.

Now, I realize that this is very likely going to be seen as an April Fool's Day jest, but it ain't. My solution is to drive around in the vicinity of "saggers" and release Rotweilers. They'd look humorous trying to outrun the noble beasts with their oversized pants around their ankles.....

Armageddon is nigh!

Freddie,
I've heard a number of cops,especialy the overweight ones, say they like them saggy pants .

They are easier to run down on foot.

As usual, a sage and mirthful response from "the other Fred"!!!! As a former (and blissfully retired) hah skew teechur, I can relate to you an incident which may bring a smile to yer face: on "cafeteria duty" (why else did I get a master's +22 credits? ar-ar-ar), I approached a raucous table-full of future Obama voters, and noted one of their associates was parading around, sagging his pants 2/3 of the way to Beijing. I wagered the whole table-full of hardies that I could get him to hoist, nay, TWO-BLOCK his jeans. The pay-off was a free lunch---they bit (remember, they were future Obama voters).

How'd I do it? Simple: I approached Poltroon (or whatever his name was) and whispered in his malodorous ear that, were I he, I would be ABSOLUTELY SURE that my u-trow didn't have "skid-marks" on them before I lowered my pants publically! Oh shyte-and-a-half, did those plus-sized jeans launch upwards! I eschewed collecting my bet......dietary considerations......Ar, etc.