The Man in the Vellum Pants

These guys were doing chores on a farm and the one guy had plastic pants to keep his other pants from getting dirty.  The devil himself would see him and would shake his head saying, “At least I’m not that guy.”  He wasn’t THE devil but a rockabilly guy who had a devil on his lighter.  But the plastic panter was good at making piles.  Really good at it.  He numbered his piles and marked each one as if it were a garden of piles.  He even kept a log of the piles with a vellum paper map attachment.  The maps were transparent enough to see the history of the pile placement.  Luckily, the owner of the farm enjoyed seeing such documentation and contacted a publisher of almanacs about his employee.  The publisher laughed and hung up.  It wasn’t until seven years later that the book was found that the pile documenter was properly recognized.  During a time transport viewing, the farmer was heard saying, “Reading that logbook’s map was like peeling an onion.  It-“ and as he paused the worker looked up from shoveling, smiled, and looked at the devil and said, “See, I told you.”

 It was handmade.  It could only be started by a lady with Betty Page bangs.