the pantsless arlo-pottomus

I once thought that Pirate Day was my favorite holiday. No longer. I’ve found a new one, thanks to JaG’s website:

It’s International No Pants Day!

How cool is that? For those of you who don’t know, an extended version of my nickname includes “pantsless.” It makes me sad that I didn’t know about it until after I put on pants this morning.

I also heard yesterday morning on the way to work about this new candy called “Chronic Candy.” Yes, you are right, it tastes like marijuana. Their slogans include “every lick is like taking a hit,” and they come in “nickel bags” and “20 sacks.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t think, even in my pot smoking days, I’d want a pot-flavored candy. That’s kinda like cigar smokers having a cigar-flavored candy. It just doesn’t sound good. I remember there was a beer (SLO Blueberry Ale) that tasted slightly like bud, and it wasn’t great.

Kids these days.