February 03, 2005
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 07:53 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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There are so many third leg jokes that I don't know where to start.
So I shan't.
So I shan't.
Posted by: LeeAnn at February 04, 2005 01:10 AM (vqSdN)
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The third leg would at least explain the bruises to 110% of your body ...
Posted by: Debbye at February 04, 2005 05:16 AM (gFiTt)
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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 February 04, 2005 09:23 PM (blNMI)
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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 
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PPosted by: Cleopatra at February 05, 2005 06:34 PM (UiLFJ)
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Posted by: ya pidoras at July 24, 2006 11:53 PM (GzPTT)
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