I remember those pants!
anonymous
January 21 2004, 17:05:32 UTC
That was about the time we saw that black guy with the really large penis standing naked on the corner of Vivion & N. Oak on the turning lane island between the Goodwill and the Gladstone Fountain! The older EMT lady was running after him, trying to get some pants on his ass, and almost had him, too - that is, until I reached over and honked the horn, causing him to turn around, lifting his palms-up hands outward in pride and begin walking up and down the long, rush-hour line of cars waiting to turn. Poor EMT lady - I think it may have made her life harder that day. :)
Anyway, I remember coming home and you looking out the window and exclaiming,"Oh my God... are those... pants? Come here! Check it!".
As I peered the 10 floors down towards the ground into the pay parking lot across the street, my eyes confirmed it - there on the pavement behind the Cherry Street Motel lay one pair of faded blue jeans. "Who could just lose a pair of pants like that?" I think you said. I think I said something like "Probably that black guy on the corner today. You know, if I had a Dick Like Shaq (TM) like all those great offers they keep emailing me about, I think I'd be proud enough to rip my pants off and parade up-and-down a row of cars in the turning lane. It certainly would be more entertaining than a fireman walking the line with an outstretched boot soliciting donations".
Well, something like that, at least (I'm so much cooler in my own mind, especially looking back on past events).
Nobody ever claimed those pants, either. I remember wanting to set them on fire on New Year's '02, but never did because they were covered in snow or something. I always wondered whatever happend to them, because one day they just weren't there anymore. Nope - nothing left but the impression in the blacktop.
I've always just assumed that they became sentient and just got up and walked off to seek it's fortune one day. One thing's for sure - we may never know just what became of them.
Anyway, I remember coming home and you looking out the window and exclaiming,"Oh my God... are those... pants? Come here! Check it!".
As I peered the 10 floors down towards the ground into the pay parking lot across the street, my eyes confirmed it - there on the pavement behind the Cherry Street Motel lay one pair of faded blue jeans. "Who could just lose a pair of pants like that?" I think you said. I think I said something like "Probably that black guy on the corner today. You know, if I had a Dick Like Shaq (TM) like all those great offers they keep emailing me about, I think I'd be proud enough to rip my pants off and parade up-and-down a row of cars in the turning lane. It certainly would be more entertaining than a fireman walking the line with an outstretched boot soliciting donations".
Well, something like that, at least (I'm so much cooler in my own mind, especially looking back on past events).
Nobody ever claimed those pants, either. I remember wanting to set them on fire on New Year's '02, but never did because they were covered in snow or something. I always wondered whatever happend to them, because one day they just weren't there anymore. Nope - nothing left but the impression in the blacktop.
I've always just assumed that they became sentient and just got up and walked off to seek it's fortune one day. One thing's for sure - we may never know just what became of them.
~Jason
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What if you did have a dick like Shaquille O'Neal's? Thank my lucky stars and garters, that you don't. Or at least I don't think so.
I'm confused today.
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