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Monday, August 24, 2009

There's a Crisis...in my Pants

...or, Someone had a case of the Mondays.

I got up this a.m. and stumbled my way through my morning ritual. You know: Shower, Shave, Shampoo, etc... Then, as I was putting on my shoes to leave I noticed something amiss.

Through my oatmeal-colored linen pants I noticed a hint of color. Well, more than a hint -- maroon boxers. So I yelled a quick expletive and ran upstairs to change my gutchies. I reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of light-gray boxer-briefs. "These will do," I thought as I threw them on, put on the pants and shoes, and ran out the door.

So walking from the bus to my building, I notice a strange sensation. Something just wasn't right. I kept walking, got into my building and into line at the crack dealer... er... Starbucks and then put my iPod away.

Something was seriously nagging me...so after I got my coffee, I went upstairs and into the mens room to check on the state of affairs.

Well, the shorts were on...nothing was wrong with them per se....but they were on backward.

Yeah...it was that kind of morning.

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At 8/29/2009 1:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

You can dress yourself but just can't take you anywhere. :)

At 9/03/2009 5:44 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

a photo is required.


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