I'm moving a few light weight boxes here at work a few minutes ago. I take them to the designated spots to store them, bend down to stack the first two, when it happens.... my pants rip in the back. I'm like, "What the fuck was that noise?" I feel the back, and feel my boxer briefs. They ripped right to the left of my right back pocket, thankfully not down the middle. My jacket is long enough to cover it for the day, so I'm good there.
It's time to loose some fucking weight. I used to weight 170, got it down from 215, and now I ballooned back up to 220, after meeting my wife. Her and I constantly ate out and went to movies and shit, and it all caught back up to me. These were 38 waist pants, and they tore like paper. Though, they were like $15 pair from Target or something.
You guys have any stories? Funny or embarrasing?
I feel like this right now, but thankfully, I'm not that bad:
It's time to loose some fucking weight. I used to weight 170, got it down from 215, and now I ballooned back up to 220, after meeting my wife. Her and I constantly ate out and went to movies and shit, and it all caught back up to me. These were 38 waist pants, and they tore like paper. Though, they were like $15 pair from Target or something.
You guys have any stories? Funny or embarrasing?
I feel like this right now, but thankfully, I'm not that bad: