“Excuse me, sir. As you may be aware, a new law restricts the use of assless chaps for non-sexual purposes. Could you please explain the exposure in the seat of yours?”
“Well, officer, it’s the only way I can simultaneously protect my thighs while riding a horse and work on evening out my tan lines. Now am I free to go? I’m already late to the club.”
“Seems legit. Carry on.”
Find me a pair of chaps with an arse and I will pay you $10 CN.
The legislation refers to the “anal” region - are the buttocks an anal region? Because my anus ain’t visible without help.
Hang on, let me put them on.
“Stars, hide your fires;
let not light see my black and deep desires.” ~ Macbeth
#unlike trousers they have no seat and are not joined at the crotch.
Not only can Sir Mix-a-Lot not enjoy big butts in their uncovered glory, but now he can no longer sing about them?
That’s a travesty. That man is royalty, for goodness sake!
Strictly speaking, knights are not royalty. They do squeak into the aristocracy though. Speak of The Aristocrats…
One has to wonder, if he were to be knighted, would he be Sir Sir Mix-a-Lot?
I’d like to imagine knighthoods are tetrational.
SirSir Mix-a-Lot, Knight Commander of the Order of the Waxing Moon, long live Her Hiney!
(Yes, I’m a terrible person, I know.)
I do believe someone owes someone ten loonies.
For the most part, arseless chaps are just like gluten-free lemonade – except when they ain’t:
I don’t know where you been, but I see you won first prize…
Given the penchant of a number of Australians I’ve known for mooning people, even when sober, I forsee this law being applied a lot.
Would one be safe if covered by a rosebud?
I can’t believe I liked that post.
Perfect.
Thirty-eight posts and nobody has yet picked this low-hanging fruit?
Christ, what assholes!
In the voice of Paul Hogan…That’s not a rosebud. This is a rosebud…
Surprisingly challenging to photograph without a damning reflection of the photographer that some future algorithm might eventually extract.
