Noelle Hancock called -- she wants her pants back!
I'll be the first to claim that the majority of the Yale population would like to get into my pants. But stealing them from the gym while I was running was taking things a bit too far. Although I'd been told before that I could charm the pants off people, I had not realized that this talent included my own. That's right: somebody stole my pants.
It happened in the Lanman Center. They were there during the Beach Boys, still there during P. Diddy, but by the time Def Leppard came around on my running mix -- them hoes was gone. That's right, gone. Disappeared. Gone like you were on...
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