With Nothing Under My Robe

I graduated today.

Since the graduation ceremony was so hot, I decided to remove my pants during the commencement event. After slipping off my loafers, I discreetly unbuttoned my pants under my gown and slowly shimmied them down my legs and off of my feet, kicking them beneath my seat. Even the two fellow graduates pressed against me because of the tight seating arrangement didn't notice what I had done until later. A while later, I noticed my parents whispering. One of them mouthed, "Where are your pants?" Pssh, I'm not ashamed. When the time came, I shook the president's hand and accepted my diploma - sans pants. If you ask me, it's the only way to graduate.