People drive past me as I walk down the street this morning. It appears to the passing public that I'm holding my rear end because I:
A)am giving it a good scratch,
B)am taking care of a giant wedgie, or
C)just like the feel of it.
The truth is: D) tried to jump the fence into the high school track for a shortcut. got my pants caught and ended up with a six-inch-long rip in the seat. How far did I have to walk home like that? 13 blocks.
At least it's mid-morning and most people are at work. :)
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2 comments:
I'm glad you could share your embarassment with us. :)
classic.
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