Tuesday was a pretty nice day for baseball, unless you were sitting in my seat. I went to see the Rangers play that afternoon and was surprised by how many people are free on Tuesday afternoons.
The view of the game was great, but unfortunately I was sitting behind a severe case of plumber's butt. This rather large hispanic man (and his young daughter) were in the row in front of me. Every time he stood up and sat down, 4 to 5 inches (seriously) of pure crack came out of his jeans. It was in plain sight (our entire section was reacting) and it was plain wrong. Couldn't he feel the breeze back there? No self-awareness at all.
3 comments:
perhaps self-awareness is overrated. maybe he could feel the breeze, and that's precisely why his pants were so low. everytime he stood up there was fresh air flowing in places where the word "fresh" doesn't often travel.
Did you pet it like Dan's mac?
sick. no.
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