Friday, March 6, 2009
Tardiness has never been as much of an issue as attire. Jan was late for work, couldn't find a belt, and used a shoelace instead. He'd also fully blown the taint out of his jeans, torn from genitals to lower-buttocks. Rather than replace the pants, or even find a different pair for that day, he picked out a pair underwear that closely matched the colour to create the illusion of a complete seat and left for work.
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Eat my choma
ReplyDeleteWell nyama choma is a grilled beef Swahili treat. Is that what you mean?
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