I haven’t worn dickies since my sophomore homecoming because after some random drunk guys at a diner clowned me for wearing dickies in front of my date “and he got the dickies on!” very traumatic to me, I have no interest in skating in pants made out of recycled Christmas wrapping paper idk how you guys do it
oooof, that must have stung. About 8 years ago, I was once pumping gas after shaving my beard into power-burns. I was on some bumfuck country music artist style.
So I'm pumping gas, just doing my thing, and from a couple pumps over I hear this guy say and repeat, "I LOOK GOOD IN MY MUUUTTON CHOOOOPS!"
It wasn't funny at the time, but now it kind of is. I haven't worn chops like that to this day.