I have a magical pair of pants. I can wear them for a lengthy number of days, dare I say even weeks, and they donít seem to get dirty or start to smell at all. I donít understand it actually, and to be honest I donít care as long as they continue to display these wonderful bizarre properties. Whenever I find myself without any clean pants to wear, I always know that these pants will be waiting for me on the floor of my bed- or bathroom in all its sterilized wonder. I love you, magical pants.
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