We were on a date last Friday, and we went to an Asian buffet. While I was at the sushi bar picking out my sashimi and sushi, a guy walks by with tinny dance music blaring. Boom-chaka-boom-chooka-boom. I turned to look, and in his jeans pocket was his cell phone with dance music booming and blaring.
I guess that’s what mean by “he has a party in his pants.”
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