I have a slight case of Dunlap’s disease, and I wear my gut out of my pants. That way, when you see a girl and have to suck it in, your pants don’t fall down. That’s usually a good thing. But if your gut’s too big to suck in, I guess it doesn’t matter.
I’m not a man, of course, but if we’re taking a vote: Gentlemen, please tuck it in. Fat men can be quite attractive (Oliver Platt – Yum!) but the belly-over-the-belt is just not a good look.
Of course, if you like to look like the corrupt small-town sheriff in a Roger Corman movie, let it all hang out.
I know what you mean…Chris Farley’s “Motivational Speaker” was a “out-of-pants” guy and had to stop every other sentance or so to hitch 'em back up over his hips. It’s quite a delimma; out of pants you look pregnant, in pants you look like a weeble-wobble. Women are so much luckier because we have the options of: long, flowing dress or long sweaters and such. Men have a tie that leads the eye down and points RIGHT AT IT! That’s gotta be a drag.
“I get the meat and the cheese, but why the bun?”
“Yeah, a bun is neither meat nor cheese.”
“Word!”
I’ve wondered if the belly-out option could be an ego thing. The guy can claim he still wears the same size he did in high school. Yes, the pants are the same size, but the extra cargo is carried out in front.
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That’s what my husband says, anyway. He keeps his beltline under his belly. Yeah, he’s got one, that he blames on me (that “married & happy” syndrome, ya know).
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
In, absolutely.
Hey, I’m overweight. I’m comfortable with it.
So I wear my pants so my ass isn’t hanging out.
I have NO desire to look like a red-neck sherriff, nor do I feel the need to cram my admittedly large ass into small jeans for the sole purpose of self-deception.
“The universe doesn’t give first warnings or second chances”
I’m skinny as a rake. I am not even close to having this problem. If my pants were to ever be at risk of falling down, it’d be due to lack of any kind of fat on my frame whatsoever.
I’ve never seen a baseball player wearing his pants low enough for me, I did espy Ben Grieve sneaking into the dugout in one of those meshy shirts, though. (Caught a glimpse of nipple and everything, whoo-hoo!)
We struck down evil with the mighty sword of “teamwork” and the hammer of “not bickering.”
I don’t understand this at all. I am the same height as I’ve been for years! Is it possible that my legs shrunk and my torso grew(vertically, that is)? WTF?
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