This is the story of Horst, a rugged man who has forgotten his pants.
Wait a second. Now that I study the rest of the picture. He's not really all that rugged, is he? Beard and holey clothes aside, the man is sitting on an afghan his granny crocheted and nothing about him is tussled.
He probably smells girly.
And I bet someone photoshopped a wine glass out of his hand.
Still, Horst, call me,