Things Fall Apart
The casualties of one holiday in Scotland:
One mobile phone.
Two pairs of trousers.
One mobile phone.
Two pairs of trousers.
posted by Smitty Werbenmanjensen at 1:05 PM
Sunday, August 06, 2006
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8 Comments:
I'm trying to piece things together. First a picture of Spongebob with a hole in his pants (oops, I should have said "in his trousers"), and then a reference to trousers falling apart. Hmmmm...
Oh no! The Loch Ness Monster tore your "trousers" and swallowed your phone!
I forgot to mention the stop at the Talisker Distillery.
That may or may not have anything to do with ripped pants.
Wait, Schmutz -- what about the second pair of trousers?
The story is percolating. If I only could get a couple hours to write it!
I can't wait for this one. Wish we could have shared it over a couple of distilled beverages at Loch Iroquois. As long as Andy Miller was not hot on your trail, I think you can wiggle your way out of this one....
Or, Shmutz, perhaps as he fell into the water he took Mrs. W with him and ruined her trousers as well as his own.
Some of your guesses are close. Very close. But you'll just have to wait.
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