Q is for the Q Line -- or whatever transit line in your city you take accidentally, while in a drunken haze. The train leaves you circling the city for hours before you realize you don't have a clue where the hell you -- or your pants -- went.

This is where we suggest wearing some type of identification tag alerting people of your name, address and the phone number of someone who can come collect you off the train. Maybe wear it around your waist to cover up the parts your missing pants were supposed to cover.

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