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September 03, 2007

You Cannot Beat This Headline

Or the story, for that matter:

WAUKESHA, Wisconsin (AP) -- It was embarrassing enough that Mark Stahnke woke up in a neighbor's yard without his pants. Then he remembered they contained a cashier's check for $41,093, meant for his son, and several hundred dollars in cash.

But he got it all back Friday, including the pants, thanks to a man and his dog.

Stahnke said he doesn't know what happened between when he left the bar and when he woke up the next morning, and police were skeptical when he filed a report on Monday.

"We're used to hearing weird stories, but with his intoxication we figured this one would be different, that the amount of money wouldn't be exact," Police Lt. William Graham said. "How do you get so intoxicated that you lose your pants?"

Stahnke said he had met his son at a bar and doesn't remember much afterward.

"I woke up cold not knowing where the heck I was, and I didn't realize it at first because I still had my shoes and socks on," he said. "When I got up, I realized, my God, I don't have any pants."

That last line soooooo has to be a t-shirt....

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Let's be fair. If you're going to bring 41,000 dollars to your local bar you could easily lose your pants.

Hey, watch it youse guys. I live in Waukesha and I can understand losing his pants, after all, we have a bar on every corner. Don't you keep your life savings in your pants?

I still think it sounds like a David Byrne/Talking Heads song ("How did I get here?")

I want more details on how 'a man and his dog' found Mr. Stahnke's pants.

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