A guy walks into a bar and sits down next to an extremely gorgeous woman.
The first thing he notices about her, though, are her pants.
They were skin-tight, high-wasted and had no obvious mechanism of zipper, buttons or Velcro for opening them.
After several minutes of puzzling over how she got the pants up over her hips, he finally worked up the nerve to ask her.
“Excuse me, miss, but how do you get into your pants?”
“Well,” she replied, “you can start by buying me a drink.”
