Liar, Liar

Sometimes... Things blow up. We lose something precious. Our pants catch fire.

Well, I hate admitting my pants caught fire because I lied. I dropped my iPod. And I didn't report it. But that wouldn't be necessary. It usually survives.
    I have never met a person who was excited about their pants catching fire. But we know that it is the direct result of being a liar. Which is a direct result of lying. That's right, l just said that. Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire. The only other option is that my flatus ignited, and that didn't happen. And my pants aren't on fire again.
    In Numbers, 250 Levites decided to believe that they were holy to the LORD. They tried to burn incense, and they were consumed by fire. I blame the pants. But I am pretty sure they wore robes. No, it was definitely the pants.
    Anyways, the lesson is that Liars shouldn't wear pants... Cause it said nothing about shorts/robes/skirts.

    Wait... Scratch that, Reverse it. Pants shouldn't wear Liars.
    One sec... Pant wearers shouldn't Lie.

    Yeah. That must be it.

    Pant Wearers shouldn't Lie.