The Saga Continues.
I come to bed. Justin is out cold, still wearing his pants. Here is how the conversation went:
Me, probably had to smack him a bit to get him to wake up enough to hear me: You fell asleep with your pants on.
Justin: We laid the fart down on the way in.
Me, apparently not too amused: Well, take off your pants!
Justin: Not me, but SPARTAN.