You don't know the half of it, I went to tickle, ...and as I stood up, before I could get my jeans back up,
...I felt myself starting to pass out.
These weren't just any ol jeans either, they were Sasson jeans, ...the kind you need to lie on your bed with your feet up on the dresser with a coat hanger tugging on the zipper, holding your breath in, painted on jeans.
I just kept saying
"Please Lord, let me get my pants back up before I pass out." I was so out of it, no one would believe all I had was alcohol. They were certain I dropped a few tabs of acid or something, ...but it was just the rum. Wray & Nephew. Powerful stuff.