i'll take what i can get

it's a warm evening in Pacifica, the sun has just set, i may have enough spoons to make the chili i was planning on for tonight, Mr. Slim is running around in a frenzied panic over absolutely nothing and making me laugh, and i'm wearing my unbelievably comfortable, very favorite, perfectly broken-in 501s for the first time in at least two years.

why have i ever bought women's jeans? i know they won't fit me properly. 501s and 505s fit me like a glove after a few washings. they even make my ass look adequate, which is really saying something.[1]

SO comfortable. no absurdly high, too-small waistband trying to pinch me off at the thorax when i sit down. no unattractively tapered legs that try to squeeze my calves down to my ankles when i sit crosslegged. just jeans. jeans as they're meant to be. FUCK yeah.


[1] 501s have nice big back pockets, set relatively far apart. womens' jeans usually have pockets that are too small and set too close together, so on the larger sizes they look like tiny decoratively-stitched rafts adrift in a gigantic sea of ass. this effect is especially unattractive on those of us who suffer the heartbreak of Square Ass.

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me in two weeks

also, i expect most of you will enjoy this.

the things you find on google images

this page seems relatively innocuous, but somehow, you get the sense there's something a little off about this guy. maybe it's the demented gleam in his eye. maybe it's the bit about "hip-high, man-pleasin' boots." and wait a minute -- who wears hip waders with a wetsuit? much less two pairs of hip waders?

you'll find out if you scroll all the way to the bottom and click his jockpouch. which you should not do if you're at work. or if your mom is looking over your shoulder. unless your mom is Rubberella (VERY NSFW).

waider, this is your fault, isn't it?