For some reason this particular pair of pants has a lot of extra fabric right behind the zipper. If I’m not paying attention and I zip the pants too fast, the zipper gets stuck. This happens to me almost every single time I wear these pants, but I usually get the zipper unstuck with little difficulty. This is the second time I haven’t been able to unzip my pants. I’m stuck in my pants!
Last time I got the zipper too stuck to get out, I got so frustrated that I took my pants off (the zipper got stuck half way up) and cut at the fabric with a pop can. (I was in my dad’s truck in the middle of nowhere (read: Wyoming) and didn’t have a scissors or knife handy.) It worked and all was well with my pants once again. I’m at home now, so I can use a pair of scissors. But I’m too lazy to do it now so, for the time being, I’m stuck in my pants. Except this time, the zipper’s all the way up. And I really have to pee.
HA! Nice try, but you’re too late. (No, I didn’t piss all over myself.) I managed to wiggle out of my pants with the zipper still up. Then, like the dumbass I am, I wiggled back into them. So now, when I get up the motivation to chop up this extra fabric (again), I have to try to wiggle out of my pants (again).
I’m not cutting off my blood supply. Hehehe. Look at your pants. There’s a flap right behind the zipper, acting as a guard between the zipper and your skin. For some reason, that flap of fabric is waaaaaay bigger than necessary on these pants, and it gets in the way.
Should I start a thread: “Charm me out of my pants”? Hehehe. Good idea, Sue. I hate these pants. But they’re my favorite pants. I tell myself everytime I put them on “Pay attention now, don’t get the zipper stuck.” I don’t though. :rolleyes:
Short, that’s a guess on my part. I actually have no idea what the actual function of the fabric is. And some people do go without underwear, be it occasionally or all the time.
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Your eyes are like precious and succulent gems, spreading light and heat throughout the world, and roughly corresponding to whatever stone matches the colour they are in real life.
Your lips are like slivers of rainbow, bringing happiness and wistful thoughts to all who see them.
Your pants are like… OH MY GOD! For the love of Hannah, girl, what did I tell you about going and spoiling the mood like that? Holy Hannah! I can’t work under these conditions, grumble, grumble, and they said that they’re be pie, too. (Walks off shaking his head)
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