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I had to go cloths shopping again today. I have to goto a bbq tomorrow in Brooklyn and I didn't have anything nice to wear. I had this nice shirt Momma Dukes bought me before she left for Arizona, but I didn't have any shorts to wear with it. It's really a nice polo-type shirt that's nice and comfy (and I'm really starting to feel metrosexual right now for saying this) but it's a little dressier then the jean shorts I have and I only really have one pair of khaki shorts, which as well as not being dressy enough are too dark, as the shirt is a light khaki-creme color.
So the silly little goose that I am, I went to the mall and went to all the dept. stores looking for shorts on sale and after passing the 70 dollar ones found something more my speed, and bought them. Of course, like any good man that hates shopping, I refused to try them on. I can at least get some of my dignity back in that. They're white, so I hope it doesn't rain or everyone at the bbq will see my balls, not that I'm ashamed anyway because I'm a half a deviant anyway.
Speaking of my balls, Wed I had this crazy woman I was taking to the hospital all handcuffed up and she reached back while I was holding on to her and she grabbed my yam-bag. It was the most uncomfortable feeling. Just kinda sick, really. It felt quasi sexual so it really made me uncomfortable. not that if she was trying to squash them it would have been any better, but I think I would have understood it better anyway.
Then there was yesterday. We went to KFC and ordered a bunch of fried chicken for dinner, but before we could eat it, we had to goto another nut job. this time the dude was throwing his own shit around. So savage. This aint the job I seen on TV.