I just love them britches. The higher you pull 'em up, the wiser ya are, says I!
Often ignored, but devilishly fahionable on an old coot like myself.
Now I don't know what the damn whippersnappers are callin' 'em nowadays, but in my day, britches were britches and that was that! Ya didn't have any of yer stupid-ass Calvin Kleins selling yer pre-damaged britches and tellin' ya they was fashionable!