Ok, so. Today.

Today, for some unexplained reason my pants smell like vomit.

I'm pretty sure it's my pants.

I was sitting on the "T" (that's 'Boston' for 'Subway') and thinking, jesus, there must have been some serious booting in here after the game last night (that's 'Boston' for 'vomiting' and 'Red Sox Baseball Game').

I thought perhaps I had sat in some residual vomit. Maybe.

But now, sitting at my desk, I cannot blame this smell on anyone else.

It's me. And my pants. My vomit pants.

Smelling like vomit doesn't make you feel pretty. By the way. In case you were wondering.

If you were planning on going out and getting all vomity and then wearing the pants that smelled like this vomit, I would probably advise you to just skip it. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Trust me.