Me: “Did you know when you text ‘assless chaps’, that auto changes it to ‘assless chaos’?”
Tracy: “How would I possibly know that, and why are you texting about assless chaps?”
Me: “Ryan and I were speculating if it was possible to get teeny tiny ones for cats.”
Tracy: “Assless chaps for cats…”
Me: “For when the cats ride the rescue donkey we’re getting.”
Tracy: “And when are you getting a rescue donkey?”
Me: “When we win Powerball.”
Tracy: “This is why some people shouldn’t be rich…THIS.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
this is great!
I need more chaps material.
Assless chaps… in a litter box…
Aaaeeeeeee!!!
My eyes….
Litter and leather can chafe.
Not to be confused with the Buttless Chaps, who were a Canadian indie band…
And now you’re making me Google that.
Oh dear, now that I’ve gone looking it would appear that there are several bands who call themselves “Assless Chaps” , and a song by The Eskimos called “Black Cat Assless Chaps.”
All of these things I would never know if I didn’t read your blog…
I ruin EVERYTHING.
No, no. You educate the masses.
Now that I think of it “Assless Chaos” would be an awesome band name…
yes… this is the sort of proof of why the nouveau riche are scorned ;D
I’m keeping tradition alive.
To be serious, an assless chap is a fellow with no ifs, ands, or butt.
Pads and implants!
Aren’t chaps, by their very nature, assless?
They are, indeed, but it has such a nice ring. 🙂
You might be my spirit animal, assless chaps and all.
If your spirit animal has a vestigial tail and some under boob rash…than yes…yes, I am.
Im open minded like that. Unicorns as spirit animals is too cliché.