Back in the Saddle, with a Stash Pocket

Hey readers! I'm back from foreign lands and reacclimating to the West coast timezone and rediscovering my regional allergies. Good times. Luckily, I still have a job despite a new round of fresh young hires. Because of the increased competition, however, I haven't had time to catch up on my web-slacking and my Google reader is overflowing with articles (1000+) and my podfeeder is leaking audio content (100+ podcasts)! I don't know if I can catch up, folks, and I may need to do the unthinkable and just hit reset and start over.

Before I do that though, here's something fairly recent I saw that I wish I had had on my travels. Luckily I didn't get pick-pocketed on my trip, but I was hyper vigilant about it ever since losing my wallet in Poland. If I'd had a pair of these babies on me, however, I wouldn't have had a care in the world.



Brilliant. Maybe I shouldn't admit this, but I love watching this guy shove stuff in his pants. I doubt anyone would want to bum a smoke off him after they've been in there for awhile, and not just because they got bent, but would have a slight hint of man taint to them. What kind of stuff would you hide in your Stashitware shorts?