I bought my first-ever pair of button-fly pants this weekend. How exactly it is that I made it through the late 80′s and the 90′s without ever owning a pair, I have no idea. I am also oddly nervous about this. What happens if I take too long at the urinal, fumbling around with my fly while the person next to me wonders exactly what the hell it is I am doing, and if they shouldn’t leave immediately?
Two posts in a row that mention urinals. Maybe I have some kind of unhealthy obsession with them? Do I mention the 5 or 6 inch long pubic hair that I saw on one last week that is still haunting me? Ooops, looks like I just did. Maybe more on that later…
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BTW, those are NOT my pants. Just some random ones I found on the intergooglewebs.
Comment by Ray — September 21, 2009 @ 5:08 pm