But chances are, when you sit down for supper, your 8-year-old pants will rip and essentially disintegrate due to pure age and use. And if this happens to your jeans, there's also an extremely high chance that it'll happen on the butt, thereby exposing half of a cheek to the world.
And if you're really unlucky, you won't even notice that your ass is hanging out of your worn out jeans until someone has to point it out to you.
Tip of the Day: don't wear jeans old-as-duck jeans. Your ass and pride will pay for it.
- Sidenote: Yes, I said old-as-duck. I'm basing the life expectancy of my pants to that of a duck, more specifically, that of a mallard.
Oh dear. (I like your pointless scroll, by the way.)
ReplyDeleteI then had to walk around with a huge ugly sweater wrapped around my waist.
DeleteLife fail.
I love your scroll text!!!
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DeleteLMAO and the scroll - magnificent!!!
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ReplyDeleteHehhehehe ooooof. That is embarrassing. But also, hilarious. So, I'm sorry and thank you?
ReplyDeleteYeah, not the best moment of my life.
DeleteAlso, it's ok, and you're welcome?
My problem with not wearing old as duck jeans is that finding a pare you actually like is far and away harder than finding a needle in a haystack. At least with the needle you can just resign yourself to rolling around until something pokes you. Jeans do not give you this merciful option. Jeans make you suffer.
ReplyDeleteAs do mallards when they REALLY want the bread crumbs you're giving to other ducks. Vicious little bastards.
You know what's even more vicious? Geese. Geese are greedy, aggressive bitches. They're all "Move assholes, I'm bigger than you and I lay golden eggs".
DeleteAnd don't even get me started on turkeys.
I had an old pair that ripped and were repaired multiple times. They finally caved in on vacation in Chicago. While I was wearing them, of course. I had no other pants.
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