Saturday, October 9, 2010
Why Do You Think It's Called Underwear?
What do I know?
I saw this guy last night walking down the street with one hand holding his phone and the other holding his pants. I think they were shorts but since they were around his ankles ... who could really tell? He crossed the street in front of me and, even though the light was turning red, he slowed down to make sure everyone (that's me and one other car) saw him as he sauntered in front of us.
So ... What's the message here? I can't figure out what is being communicated.
Maybe it's ... "I am so tough that my pants are afraid to be close to me?"
I mean really!
For these guys ... there's gotta be the additional concern of safety. How can you possibly keep your gun secure?
Okay, I know what SOME of you are thinking.
I should to be less like the crabby old man who stands in the middle of the street and screams at motorists to slow down ... and more tolerant with these new trends.
Well ... Forget it!
Gimme the good old days when pants fit where they were supposed to.
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