Made of 70% water
On Saturday night Jason and I both got our second wind and stayed up way later than we should have, like two stubborn kids who are exhausted but refuse to go to bed. I was reading on the couch and Jason was right next to me, reading a magazine with a glass of water in his hand.
A few minutes later I heard the unmistakable sound of water spilling and looked up to see he’d dumped the contents right into his lap. He jumped up asking, “Why am I wet!?!” while peeling off his shorts. I went to get some paper towels and said, “Maybe we should go to bed.” Still half asleep, he asked indignantly, “Because I’m pantless?!?”
That would be one reason, yes.
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