Cords

I took my Hubby shopping for shirts, and he invariably picked out some cords along with the shirts to try on.  Whatever.  It's a once-a-year outing to get him out of the golf shirts and shorts for 5 minutes.

He goes in the dressing room to try all this stuff on, and out he comes with a huge smile his face, wearing these gray cords.  He turns so I can inspect his derriere, and everything looks like it fits just fine.  He comments that they are "low-rise" as he turns.

Then I realized the reason for his smirk, as his glance moved down to his crotch - where things seemed to have been re-organized.  No pun intended.

"AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I roared laughing, while he continued to chuckle.

"Well, Dirk Diggler..." I said. "If you want to be a porn star and be on display, you might as well get 'em."

I think he actually considered it.  Only problem was he would never be able to sit.

And one wrong zip up...

I can't even fathom.