Busting a Sag with my Roast Beef Bag

I'm all for this saggy pants legislation. It can't arrive soon enough as far as I'm concerned. I'm not into letting my pants fall down, so you can see my underwear. That shit is for the birds. I don't even wear pants, I just walk around in my underwear. Not shirt, no shoes, no SHIT!

Legislate that! If some overweight slob at the beach can wear a speedo, that is covered by his gut and looks like he slapped a bag of chicken to his crotch, I can style in my boxers, my briefs, my boxer briefs.

I think these kids should take the next step, it's been long enough. Bust the sag, and let it out. All out.

Trenton City Council knows how to rock the shit! They don't screw around with litter ordinances or residency ordinances or any ordinary ordinances. No They are extraordinary, above the pile. Steaming with great ideas. I'm definitely behind them on this busting a sag thing. That don't take no balls.

Like the Grinch's heart that day on the cliff, grow some. Let it all hang out. Pull up the back of your pants, and then drop 'em, display what you really need in Trenton. A set of big ones!

My boxers are sweet, they come with a set of curtains, and when it’s show time I just pull the strings and voila! You got it: full on frontal nuttage. How you contain them is up to you, string, lace, cellophane, glitter, bandaids, a couple of spoons.... Do it your way.

So let’s get on with it. Cut out the sag and show your ballbag!

G Spot on the Downhigh!