come on kidsssssssss. still 40 people left to add me on the new name.

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Pants ripping.


yeah.


something new.



you know, you read about it, but you don't ever think it will really happen to you. you're like pffft yeah right, my pants can hold all the junk in my trunk.


little do you know, they're scheming against you. and they're sick of being on the lower half of you because that's where all the nasty happens.


always.


so today, as i was wandering around lunch with my lovely corduroy pants.



when me and jerome decided it was time for a drink.


as we were making the vending machine give our money back due to lack of sprite, it shot dimes out in an angry frenzy that we liked the other machine better. so i, being so generous bent down to pick up the dime.

see demonstration of the bending here.[yes that's a link]

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.

it was probably the funniest noise ever. and sounds EXACTLY like what you hear in movies. exactly. needless to say we nearly fell over in a fit of laughter before getting our drinks and then going back to the table where i showed off my new found xtina like pants.




yeah.

( click here for pictures of my ass. )