Everybody needs a touch of the masonic undergarment, or that's what I've heard at least.
Wobbling around in less than fragrant chuddies during the initiation ceremony may not be appreciated.
"I stopped as soon as I saw your blue light flashing officer."
Guaranteed to gain a free pass on speeding, assuming the hand signal is correct and your slacks are in order.
All performed in an auditorium of some kind, and with flaming pillars at the entrance.
Semi-circular, not in the round nor on the square.
Not unlike this theatrical treat.
It had better not be pants.
Pants as in trousers, like they say in the North West of England, and in Ireland too.
This isn't a fashion show.*
* What is this? Brought to you this evening by the winter drawers on of word association football. Our usual correspondent is indisposed.
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