Im in a horrible mood, so Im going to tell on myself in hopes that someone gets a bit of enjoyment from my strange mind. I saw a pair of magic pants. I dont know how else to explain it. First off, I realize clothing styles are constantly changing--not mine, of course-- I found yoga pants and never looked back, but Im always fascinated by people who embrace each new style. The mixture of my fascination and my need-to-know-how-everything-works mind, nearly lead me into--in the very least-- a restraining order. This guy, who was standing in line in front of me, was full-on hipster. Dont get me wrong, he had what it takes. Hes pulled this off like no one Ive ever seen. Great looking guy, but that has nothing to do with anything. Where I ran into a problem was his pants. They defied logic and I cant take it. Let me break it down... 1.) Theyre white 2.) Theyre painted on 3.) I want to know how he got them on. 4.) I want to know how hell get them off. 5.) Because of 1 & 2, Im beyond curious as to why I cannot see through them. 6.) Therere no lines. At all. 7.) His dark blue and striped shirt was tucked in, making #6 even more illogical. 8.) I could not look away. 9.) It took everything inside me not to run my hand over his ass to find out. So, that was my night. How was yours?
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 01:18:53 +0000
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