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Today, I had what Janet Jackson would call a 'wordrobe malfunction'. It wasn't as fun as you'd think. It involved pants. Actually, lack of them.
Kyle leaped onto my back, grabbing the back pocket of my jeans. Ripping it clear off. So... there was a huge hole. On my a**.
I go to the office, using my friend's jacket to 'cover' myself. I got my cousin, because no one else was home, apparently. He picks up:
Me: I need pants.
Him: That's nice. *hangs up*
I stopped. Kicked the counter in the office, and called back.
Me: Bring me pants.
Him: No.
Me: Yes. I need pants. Kyle ripped mine. There's a huge hole on my a**!
Him: Hah. That's nice. Your pants are all wet. I did wash.
Me: Bring me a pair of Kyle's then. I can make them fit. I have a belt.
Him: His are wet too. I'll find something.
He shows up... fourty five minutes later with a pair of boxers. With... girls in bakinis on them. OF ALL THINGS. So I had to wear those, and my STRIPED polo tee. I looked so hot. You have no idea. sad
 Aryu · Thu Nov 18, 2004 @ 01:16am · 3 Comments |
