I haven’t always been known as Joseph Boxer. Truth be told, I have a more informal name. You see, I used to work for Corporate America, a professional pusher of papers, I wasn’t just a number… but a six-digit number. It was there that I earned the nickname “Mr. Yummy Pants.”
I wish there was a better story as to how I earned this moniker. Uncomfortably… it’s rooted in the admiration of a few older women, who noticed a certain lump in my dress pants. It was not a roll of singles, phallus happens. For a while, they called me “Gonzo”… the character from the Muppets. Apparently my female coworkers thought I was smuggling his face in my trousers. Once they realized how inappropriate this was… they righted their ship and dubbed me Mr. Yummy Pants. I find this odd since I never let them taste my britches… no matter how many times they asked.
I wish old people would just grow up and act like adults.
This is why I wear loose fitting pants. It keeps the ladies’ minds from wandering.
You always have to keep women in check… otherwise, their minds will be in the gutter.
Love the dancing stick figure! So many mysteries to learn about you. 🙂
I’m like a ninja, Donna. Thank you.