Originally Posted by BajaCherokee92

to post daily poo humor, however, today was a bit more interesting.

As you all may know, a daily cup of joe acts as if drano. It allots my pipes free-flow within 20mins of gustation.

To make a long story short, I go in, sit down, go about my business. Great.

Now, allow me to work on a tangent. Let it be known that I do not wear under-britches. Yes, I do not wear any kind of silk, polyester, cotton, nor fuzzy undergarments. I find my comfort level increased during a gentle breeze, a mid-summer's day, whilst sporting plaid dockers shorts.

I can also promise you that the original lyrics to Tom Petty's - "Free-Falling" are safely hidden in the Governmental archives of Area 51. :flipoff2:

As I was sitting down, birthing the great Reverend, I look down and notice a small little string at the beginning of the seam in the crotch area of my pants.

Here, and ONLY here, is the true difference between men and women:

A woman, would find some scissors and cut the string at it's base, and go about her day.

A man? Well, he's a man.

I reach down, and wrap as much of the string-slack around my finger as possible.

RRRRRRIIPPPPP!!!

:shaking:

Seriously...:shaking:

I know that rip didn't bellow out of my ass.

<insert roughly 5-7 expletives...>

<insert passerby co-worker asking if "everything is ok"...>

Needless to say, I had to walk back to my desk stiff-legged, with an extreme wedgey, now that I had a built-in rear hatch.

My coat remains tied around my waist, until I can go home at lunch time and change pants.

Moral? Always carry a fucking pair of scissors with you. :mad3:



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