I busted out my pj pants from my my dresser for the first time in months. I'm writing this very tribute in them presently. See I don't like wearing pants during the hot months, even if they are to comfort what Jesus was to God (the physical embodiment of it). So every time I bust out the pinstriped wonders, they feel more phenomenal than the time before. Even the best, most perfectly suited couples can grow in love for one another when they take some time apart. Such is the case with me and my p-jammies. When the temp drops to below 65, they are ready to go without any complaining.
Just to give you some history on the pj pants, we've been going strong for 6 years now. A friend (who shall remain nameless so as to avoid incrimination) and I used to once in a long while, during our renegade years, receive 5-finger discounts from a well know chain department store. I was a punk kid for sure. But sometimes good things can be extracted from bad periods of life. My relationship with the pants is proof. Yeah, we met under shady circumstances, but true love, or comfort, conquers all.
I can wear my pj bottoms anywhere, but intentionally choose not to. They must be worn only in certain situations. You just know when the time is right, it's hard to explain how. I prefer to wear them shirtless, not so I can sport my rock hard bod. Few people see me in them anyway. Rather, I go topless in them because they feel like I'm cramping their style if I wear other clothes with them too frequently. Also, they serve as legwarmers under my jeans when its super cold out. I figure, if they do that dirty work, they definitely deserve their moment in the spotlight.
So gracias los pantalones de pajamas. I salute you and will drink to your many years providing comfort and toast to many more to come.
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