Friday, February 04


But Then

I needed a new pair of jeans. And I speak as a guy here, so when I say I needed a new pair of jeans, I mean that there were real live holes in the old pair, and in inconvenient places to boot.

So off I trek to the local jeans store (Jeans West, Centrepoint), track down the style I want (they rename the styles every six months just to keep the customers on their toes), and grab two pairs in my size because then you get $20 off.

Only as it happens they're marked down just now - to $29.95.

I bought six pairs.

Which probably means that I'm going to lose a leg sometime soon. Or rather, since that wouldn't actually prevent me wearing the jeans, I'll grow a third one.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at 05:53 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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1 There are so many third leg jokes that I don't know where to start. So I shan't.

Posted by: LeeAnn at Friday, February 04 2005 11:10 AM (vqSdN)

2 The third leg would at least explain the bruises to 110% of your body ...

Posted by: Debbye at Friday, February 04 2005 03:16 PM (gFiTt)

3 I don't buy it. You're from down under, which means you'd fall *up* the stairs, right? Nice try, bucko.

Posted by: Ted at Saturday, February 05 2005 07:23 AM (blNMI)

4 Haha these are the side-effects of living in a country that it's upside-down. You develop a weird sense of humor and.... a third leg :-PP

Posted by: Cleopatra at Sunday, February 06 2005 04:34 AM (UiLFJ)

5 ya pidoras, pizu chujie doors, zaabuzte moi url - a suda pishite pisma i spamte -

Posted by: ya pidoras at Tuesday, July 25 2006 09:53 AM (GzPTT)

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