Has anyone seen my trousers?

[Steve Maskery]

I thought I had!
I've only got one eye at the moment that's my excuse.
S

 

[monkeybiter]

I've only got one eye at the moment that's my excuse.
S

Perhaps the other is also beneath your trousers.

 

[lurker]

Have you looked in the cornea

 

[Adam9453]

Perhaps it's in a different plane...

 

[RogerS]

Your trousers were like tape measures and spectacles. They have learnt the secret of being able to pop into the fifth dimension and so disappear out of sight. Only to pop back again into our universe in the most unlikely places.

It's why I bought a job lot of tape measures at a Pugh's auction one year!

 

[Graham Orm]

Your trousers were like tape measures and spectacles. They have learnt the secret of being able to pop into the fifth dimension and so disappear out of sight. Only to pop back again into our universe in the most unlikely places.

It's why I bought a job lot of tape measures at a Pugh's auction one year!

Have you ever noticed how flies do that when you go to swat them? They just disappear and then reappear a minute later.

 

[Eric The Viking]

... one Veet Voojagig, a quiet young student at the University of Maximegalon who pursued a brilliant academic career studying ancient philology, transformational ethics, and the wave harmonic theory of historical perception, and then, after a night of drinking Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters with Zaphod Beeblebrox, became increasingly obsessed with the problem of what had happened to all the biros he bought over the past few years.

There followed a long period of painstaking research during which he visited all the major centres of biro-loss throughout the galaxy, and eventually came up with a rather quaint little theory which quite caught the public imagination at the time. Somewhere in the cosmos, he said, along with all the planets inhabited by Humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids, and super-intelligent shades of the colour blue, there was also a planet entirely given over to biro life-forms. And it was to this planet that unattended biros would make their way. Slipping quietly through wormholes in space to a world where they knew they could enjoy a uniquely biroid lifestyle. Responding to highly biroid-orientated stimuli, in fact, leading the Biro equivalent of the good life.

"And as theories go, this was all very fine and pleasant, until Veet Voojagig suddenly claimed to have found this planet and to have worked there for a while, driving a limousine for a family of cheap green retractables. Where upon he was taken away, locked-up, wrote a book, and was finally sent into tax exile, which is the usual fate reserved for those who are determined to make a fool of themselves in public.

 

[rafezetter]

Yes. Your wife is wearing the trousers.

oooo feel the burn.... OUCH! ( But I know Steve doesn't have a wife)