David's sister left squacky juice all over the seat of my motorcycle because her panties couldn't contain her coochie flaps, and what a stink it left. I thought I broke a can of sardines on there!
A pair of old, warn-in and often dirty sweatpants. Q-tip known for wearing them to the airport for a 24 hour flight to Sydney form London
Robbo sat in his slacky dacks all day, after a big night out on the tins. Safe to say they were still being worn whilst having multiple masty's throughout the day - average room temperatures rise by apprx 5c when he walks into a room wearing them.