You quickly look outside your window to see a large, jolly man in his lucky undies dancing under a street light.
"What," you say "Am I not invited?"
Off you go, throwing on your rain coat and boots, forgetting your own pants.
Upon spotting you, the elder man startles and hastily skitters away.
"Wait, come back!" you cry. "You forgot your umbrella!"
But alas he is gone. And there you sit, heavy hearted, hoping for the mans return.
The daily life of an IIN'er. IIN?
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You quickly look outside your window to see a large, jolly man in his lucky undies dancing under a street light.
"What," you say "Am I not invited?"
Off you go, throwing on your rain coat and boots, forgetting your own pants.
Upon spotting you, the elder man startles and hastily skitters away.
"Wait, come back!" you cry. "You forgot your umbrella!"
But alas he is gone. And there you sit, heavy hearted, hoping for the mans return.