Sure am glad I was wearin' underwear
I think everyone has one of these stories...if i thought about it, I'd probably have a dozen.My most recent one, however, occurred just a few days ago when I went shopping for new suits for my new job. (Just a note when I say "shopping" I mean a public bending over, if you know what I mean.) Anyway, so I'm trying on these suits, and the pants were pretty big, I was holding them on while the tailor was marking them for adjustments. So here I stand in front of one of those 3-way mirrors with Carlos (the tailor) down at my ankles measuring out the cuffs, and Jeanie (my wonderful saleswoman) standing next to me writing down the alteration prices. Just then, these pants slip off my waist and immediately land on Carlos's poor head. And there I stand, in my light blue, penguin boxer shorts in front of everyone. All I could think was, "Thank God I was wearing underwear (and the penguin boxers had a button fly!)
If you have a "Sure am glad I was wearin' underwear story...please share with the rest of the world.
posted by philthy @ 8:13 PM
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yo sucka
don't get taken for a ride by these suit pushers. I got the hook up for nice wool suits at reasonable prices. Holla if ya hear me.
My story is like this: I was on the track squad freshman year. I always rocked a sag with my shorts. I had hops. I wanted to high jump to show off in front of the chicas. I cleared the bar like Rosie O'Donnell offering a body shot.
But, when I landed on the pad, my shorts came down to upper-knee level, showing the world my tighty-whities for a sec. Negative game. Play on.
Remember how bright lights are when you're on stage? Well the first time I ever got to see them was the Christmas concert when I was in Kindergarten. My eyes were not happy with all that glaring, so I did what hany warm blooded 5 year old would do. I pulled my skirt up over my head.
At which point my parents must have been really glad I was wearing underwear.
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