When Procrastination Collides With My General Pantslessness

Since I wrote about my conversation with the Regina Police yesterday, people keep asking me if I'm wearing pants, so I took all the inquiries, combined them with my great mastery of procrastination, and gave birth to

So, am I wearing pants? It's not bloody likely.

Onion In a Patch of Sun

How the Regina Police Came to Know That I'm Not Wearing Any Pants