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In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.
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March 11, 2002
:: I swear I did not make this up. ::
Sansabelt: they're not just for your funny-smelling octagenarian neighbor anymore...
“Some people think they are ready for anything... Then they realize that women are laughing at their trousers, and they crawl back into their pitiful, meaningless, cubicle lives.”
You've gotta love that one of the selling features is that they're "designed to expand 2" in the waist". That's like saying, "I know I'm a fatass pig who can't keep my greasy paws offa the ice cream, beer and pork rinds for a single fucking second so I might as well buy some pants that I won't have to replace in a week."
All I want to know is where the "nice dinner" is. I'm all over that. Them's some fancy pants.
yeah. i heard sweatpants are coming back. Or those fun workout pants with the purpley prints that fat guys on the south side wear.
its all about the expandability, baby. I mean you really cant make that shot in their ad wearing like dockers or something. Puh-leaze.
Some sansabelt trousers will be the perfect compliment to your FlowBee haircut! See you all at WalMart!
Today his best client will move the meeting up from 8 to 7. Cause his best client is only 11 and it’s to dark to go outside then.
He hop a commuter plane just as the doors are closing, but thanks to the amazing space age polymer in Sansabelt trousers, he can squeeze those last gut-busting inches through the steel doors.
Spontaneously accept an invitation to play a round of golf, and subsequently, fall to his knees clutching his chest from angina pains.
Write a proposal as he flies home... from his mistress’ home.
Kick a soccer ball with the kids [because his peers can outplay his andipose, doughy form any day of the week].
And take his wife out for a nice dinner.. at the Sizzler.
I gave up on pants a long time ago. It's all jumpsuits for me now, baby. Jumpsuits with red white 'n' blue spangles all over 'em. Preferrably in the pattern of a big eagle on the back.
and typically enough, these incredible fancyPants are all over ebay.
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=705159711
ruby red, baby. the only way to go.