Graaar!

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Apparently, pants hate me. I'm not sure why. I'm not mean to them. I don't abuse them. I don't tell them I'm going to call and then never follow through. I don't go to them all moody and morose, use them, and then discard them. I'm good to my pants. My pants get treated well, damn it!

So why do they all keep ripping on me????

I had this decent pair of pants that fit nice and looked good. I get out of the car today, and what do they do? They rip. It's not like I was trying to be the human knot with them or something. I was just standing up out of my car and then bending over to pick up my keys that I had accidentally dropped.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Ha ha, the ass ripped out of your pants!" Well, you know what? You're wrong. The ass didn't rip. The ass looks great, thanks. Oh no.

The crotch ripped.

The hell?

I mean, ok, yeah, I know my crotch is pretty good at what it does (or, at the very least, passable at what it does), but it doesn't mean the pants have to get all huffy and rip over it.

Stupid pantses.

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