I wish I had magic pants.

I wish I had magic pants.
I also wished you had magic pants.
Well, wish no more, my pants-less friend! I just got my magic pants, and you can get yours, too! They change color to reflect your mood and unzip themselves at appropriate moments!
Woops.Well mostly.Just a sec. Rubber baby bubber bunkers.Err rubber baby bubby bummers.Could you look the other way? Rubber baby buggy bumbers. Zip! See! Magic Pants zip themselves
when... Wait. I must visit the loo! What words must I say to unzip these Magic Pants? Um... Oh HURRY! I forgot to take my Vesicare this morning! My overactive bladder
has gone beyond the overactive stage. I yanked on the Magic Pants zipper...it didn't budge. I could feel my back lower dentures starting to float. The yellow river was overflowing
Oh, Magic Pants hear my plea! I have to see a man about a horse! The Magic Pants came off, of course. And there I stood stark naked for all to see the Magic Pants below my knees.
Jealous of my magic stripper pants the mafia hired a thug to steal them. But once I commanded them back up he could not remove them. He did however; anger them and they sent out a
battalion of neon-colored stripper outfits, tasseled and glittering. The outfits put themselves onto the mobsters. Their mouths said no but their bodies said yes, dancing seductive
Ubiquitous pyromaniac practice was scheduled and the Dillo Day festival was canceled.where were the sea monkeys?

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