The rest of the story...
anonymous
January 14 2006, 03:45:38 UTC
I forgot to tell you that there was more to the tale after we parted ways that fateful night. Dave, Dan, Cletus (Matt), and I were famished so we went to the diner. On the way there Dave notices that there's a hole in my pants by my pocket. He points it out to me so I tug on it as a joke. My efforts increased the hole's size by a negligible amount. Dave was inspired. He grabs hold of the denim and gave a quick and violent pull and lo and behold, the quality stiching from the fashion mavens at H&M did not hold. Not only did he rip my pants, he tore away a square piece of fabric the size of a loaf of bread and exposed my waxy pasty leg. Then they insisted on going into the dinner in which I am a regular with me having only 65% front coverage. Luckily it was a Tuesday and there was not a big late night crowd.
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