New Pantaloons
Yesterday involved classes and whatnot. Somewhere midday, I realized that I had no notebooks, folders, books, or anything scholarly save my backpack. So I suckered Emily into taking me to 3 (Three) Target stores including the a.) Nice, b.) Super, and c.) Ghetto Target store. No notebooks were found on said excursion.
However... pants were found.
My hatred of pants burns within me, but has been slighly chilled by the 20 degree weather and snow we've been getting. Some key extremities were getting frustrated with the abuse inherent to nakedness in such conditions. Besides, it was time to replace the pants that were so badly shaken (and "destroyed") in the savage street attack in Chicago... if only to preserve their memory.
Behold: Pants.
However... pants were found.
My hatred of pants burns within me, but has been slighly chilled by the 20 degree weather and snow we've been getting. Some key extremities were getting frustrated with the abuse inherent to nakedness in such conditions. Besides, it was time to replace the pants that were so badly shaken (and "destroyed") in the savage street attack in Chicago... if only to preserve their memory.
Behold: Pants.
Lookin' classy! That should totally hold off the snow. But, as soon as... uh... certain extremities are not in danger of being frozen, we'll go back to pants-hating.
Posted by
Lizett! |
6:40 PM
That view of your apartment looks like the dining room/kitchen area of the Animal House. Only clean.
Wait; on second thought, it looks nothing like the Animal House.
Posted by
Goat |
7:19 PM
Nips, you look like a giant!
Posted by
Lizett! |
12:44 PM