early last week, i dropped something on the floor at work. don't ask me what it was, i don't fuckin remember. the point is that as i was kneeling down, i heard a RIIIIIIIP. i looked down and there was a rip in the crotch of my khakis. this wasn't like near the end of the day and there wasn't much chance of people notice. it was 10 in the morning, ample time for me to fuck up and accidentally let people see it. kinda hard to hide it 'cause i was wearing dark boxers. i spent that day walking around with my thighs as humanly close as possible. being a guy, that's a very uncomfortable proposition. ladies, you have it easy in that respect. moral of the story, don't by shitty khakis. i bought some today at old navy. hopefully they'll last.
money is tight for me. tight as an asshole in a highly pressurized hyperbaric chamber. with all my expenses and the shitty pay i'm getting, i think it would just be easier for me to move out of my apartment, go back home, and quit my job. don't have to pay for rent and no income. the universe would be balanced. not sure how desirable of a bachelor i would be trying to explain that to a woman at a bar... what the fuck am i saying? i have an apartment and a job now and i'm still lonely as fuck.
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