Ooh! Ooh! New idea. Did you use them to sop up that annoying leak behind the toilet that you keep meaning to fix?
(What? No, I don’t get a lot of people asking to use my bathroom, or to borrow my jeans, either. Why do you ask?)
Nope, not in the bed, nor in the vicinity of the sofa.
And the annoying leak is in the overflow from the boiler, so I doubt I could’ve fitted them in there if I’d tried!
As for cameras, I’ve no idea - maybe it’s eloped with my jeans?
Right, so somewhere the camera, the black belt, a pair of skeevy jeans (by now anyway), some socks and my white sports bra are partying like it’s 1999. Oh, and they’re dancing to my Vince Gueraldi as played by George Winston cd, the bastids.
Hmmmm…1999…I was getting laid regularly in 1999…
In which case, we want pictures, damnit!!
I really ought to get my coat now, shouldn’t I?
I don’t want the privacy of my jeans to be compromised
Did you check the ceiling fan? That’s where I usually find my bra after a night of debauchery.
Ceiling fan?
Night of debauchery?
What are these things you speak of?
(Ha, if I had a ceiling fan, it’d be dangerous - as it is I could jump and hit my head on the ceiling.)
Why? You afraid that they’re unzipping right now, and producing little baby jeans?
They’re probably right out in the open, right under your nose and you’re just brain farting and overlooking them. At least, that’s how such things usually end for me. I joke that my blind spot is “right under my nose” because of several instances where that happened.
Me: Where’s my book?!
Mr. Clawbane: You mean this one right here in front of you?
Me: Yeah, that one in my blind spot, thanks.
In this house, everything is right under my nose!
This is why you should always have Emergency Pants[sup]tm[/sup]
Sorry, missed this…no, the Rangers we speak of are the nasty half of Glasgow. No mean feat.
There are nice bits of Glasgow. Well, nice bits just outside Glasgow.
You mean Edinburgh?
Or Prestwick, only fifty minutes from East Anglia? 
:dubious: 
Edinburgh’s not all that great. The ex lives there.
You may have to bring in a woman. Any one of us could immediately find your jeans – right where you left them, you pitiful male. :rolleyes:
That’s one of the reasons I like living by myself - so when I leave something in the middle of the floor, it stays there!!! I know exactly where I put everything - the table by the door, the table in front of the sofa, or the bedroom floor. Simple.
Now, those jeans… What were you saying about them again? They’d got lost? Must be the fairies…
How’s that workin’ for ya?