At least it's not hairy, cheeky monkey
As I was squatting down in front of our townhouse... I felt D quickly step behind me and with great panic in his voice, whispered:
“Honeeeeey, crack kills!”
Sure enough, unbeknownst to me, my pants were halfway down my arse and my bum cleavage was fully visible (for the entire neighborhood to see.) I guess I need to be a little bit more careful about what I make fun of to just keep my mouth shut and my pants up.