I ripped my jeans the other night, and it wasn't for the style ...
I went to go sit down in a taxi, and my jeans ripped right by my crouch. It made a huge farting noise. The taxi driver looked at me like he was confused, well, so was I. I didn't tell him my jeans ripped.
I would rather have him think I farted then ripped my jeans. Either way, I need a new pair of jeans and a very big hug. |