First things first
Welcome to the Brown Pant Club
As the old ad goes, I am not only a member, I am also the president. If you are here it’s because you are a member too, whether you know it or not. Let’s be frank, you shat your pants. You did it. You’re an adult, and whether you soiled your trousers through poor choices with food or you William Shatner’d do to logistic issues, hell you might have even had a browndown due to illness. Regardless, you are here because someone you told thought that it involved a hilarious story (or maybe they just didn’t want you to think you were alone). Either way, welcome to the club no one wants to join; the Brown Pant Club. If you have a story to submit as to how you joined, I will gladly post it here.
Not the first time…
Not the first time… Not the first time I joined the club, but definitely the most memorable time I joined the brown pant club was one of the worst days of my life. No one died and frankly there wasn’t a global pandemic so scales of worst days probably need to be redefined but as…
Can’t find what you’re looking for? Use the search form to search the site.
Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.
The Thomas Affair 