What was there to say? The man wore trousers larger than he was, by a conciderable margin! To be sure, the pantaloons themselves were exquizite pieces of craftsmanship. Balanced like a prize horse on a podium, glittering like a diamond wedged up a sun-facing nostrel, these contraptions of epic stitchery blew my mind from its calciated prison. I was dumbfounded. If I had a flabber, it would have been thoroughly ghasted.
What was there to say? Nice trousers I said.
Thanks, he said.
We went our seperate ways.
Meh.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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2 comments:
This is just weird... I'm not sure i get it, if there is sommat to get.
tehe why the whole baggy pants idea.. very randum!
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