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.
Although not sanctioned or commissioned by him, welcome to Jan's Official Fan Site.
This blog offers you the solace and comfort that only perspective gives as your gingerly prance through the oft-times graceless schadenfreudic adventure (def:pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others) of a man, a working stiff, chained to a computer; looking for a little love, and lot of understanding.
Eat my choma
ReplyDeleteWell nyama choma is a grilled beef Swahili treat. Is that what you mean?
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