My pants are itchy.

And I mean that in the American sense. I'm not trying to say Americans become itchy or itch in a different way. Although I'm sure most of them do. While us Britons itch ourselves in a quiet, reserved, I'm not sure I should be doing this manner; the Americans probably itch in a "Hey Boy, look at me itch!" sort of way.

Of course I mean pants as in trousers. They are chaffing me and rubbing in places they shouldn't. I am wearing my new grey suit today. Come to think of it the suit isn't even that new, I have had it for several months. I have almost owned it long enough for it to just become my grey suit. At what point does it make that transition....

It's at this point that I should point out that I am not wearing any pants either (in the British sense of the word). There seems to have been a mix up in my washing schedule and I have run out of underwear three days before I was supposed to. Which is funny because exactly the same thing happened last time.

I suppose the easy answer is just to buy more pants by my dad told me never to take the easy way out. Plus I'm boycotting every male fashion retailer after they have refused to take part in the great "Day of the week" sock debate.

So I have three choices
A) Spend Wednesday, Thursday and Friday of every other week going commando
B) Buy some ladies underwear
C) Wear three pairs of pants for two days each
D) Wear one pair of pants for 4 days

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