James Pants
Late nights with the crew at the pub, heading back home at 3am with an empty wallet, empty bed, and to only find yourself watching Adult Swim; the madness that ensues with Space Ghost and Master Shake screaming various obscenities is an excellent concoction for the pre-hangover you’ll experience within the next twelve hours. During such an evening I was able to retain a few brain cells to store what only lasted for ten seconds and that was a random bump featuring the sounds of James Pants.
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