This is all Erik's fault really...

I've been busy - busy sleeping, busy obsessing over Pete Doherty and Carl Barat, busy having an evil cold that won't go away, busy reading band slash, busy catching up on the work that exploded onto my desk when I was off, busy doing, well nothing really.

"nice pants" (she pants)

So imagine this, a world of expiring pants, that is to say every pair of pants carries an expiry date and when their time has come, they simply go poof! and pants you are wearing no more...it just occurred to me that they would simply HAVE to sell very broken in/destroyed pairs so that hottie rock stars could still bare flesh to drooling fans...And there’d be clubs where people would go when they knew their pants would expire (and Erik suggested that someone at the door check for underwear to avoid indecent exposure, but I think that would be the whole purpose of the club - wear underwear at your own discretion). They'd also need special "pant expiry" detectors set up at school, work etc. to avoid incriminating incidents (teacher + students - pants = time). And Erik also suggested that upon expiring the pants would celebrate their ending by setting off fireworks or confetti or something...fun times! Aren't y'all glad I'm back?

p.s. OMFG - are they touching hands?