Wow, let's all hear how much of an f-ing klutz I am! I swear, these aren't just random occurrences, this is actually a daily feat in my life:
As I was at the gym working out yesterday, I went to go pull the drawstring tighter on my pants (which are those cheap things you see in toursity cities -- mine happen to say FDNY in huge letter on the butt), when I heard something rip. I just assumed it was the drawstring and took extra care in tying them together.
Then I get off the treadmill and proceed to do some yoga stretches and sit-ups, when I notice a bunch of guys in front of me catching glances at me. Usually I don't get hit on or anything like that in public, so I learn to ignore these kinds of things.
But when I got home and changed out of my clothes I realized what the ripping noise was. I pulled the drawstring so tight that the cheap material split right in the crotch.
You could see my underwear right through the hole -- especially when laying down in the sit-up position.
Awesome.
As I was at the gym working out yesterday, I went to go pull the drawstring tighter on my pants (which are those cheap things you see in toursity cities -- mine happen to say FDNY in huge letter on the butt), when I heard something rip. I just assumed it was the drawstring and took extra care in tying them together.
Then I get off the treadmill and proceed to do some yoga stretches and sit-ups, when I notice a bunch of guys in front of me catching glances at me. Usually I don't get hit on or anything like that in public, so I learn to ignore these kinds of things.
But when I got home and changed out of my clothes I realized what the ripping noise was. I pulled the drawstring so tight that the cheap material split right in the crotch.
You could see my underwear right through the hole -- especially when laying down in the sit-up position.
Awesome.
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