Fuck, Man! I Gotta Wear Skinny Jeans!

If you know me, you know that I am so anti-skinny jeans. Well tonight, at work, I wrote a check my ass certainly wasn't trying to cash.

This guy I work with lives to rock his skinnys. He pulls it off because he's a skinny guy. But being that I'm not, I make fun of him a great deal. For example, he had them on todayan I told him that his pants were so tight that if he put his hand in his pocket, I could count the creases on his knuckles. That got me laughs and in the situation I'm in now. Skinny Lover bet another skinny guy, who agrees with me, that SL would win in a race. The Not Skinny Lover(NSL) agreed. The stipulation was if SK won, all of the NSLs had to rock skinnys. If the NSL won, the SL had to wear the baggiest pants we could find. They shook on it and we set it up for after work.

Throughout the rest of the night, we all talked shit about it. Me telling SL that I hoped he liked swimming in his pants. SL telling me he couldn't wait to see me in my skinnys. The time came and our boss pulled out the camera to record the race and reactions. I yell go and the guys take off running. Oh by the way, the had to run from the bottom of the parking lot to the top, where I was. Well, NSL has the early lead and I'm souped. Then, out of nowhere, SL pulls ahead and smokes NSL. So I'm screaming my head off, laughing, yet mad as hell. My reaction is on tape. So I can't lie my way out of it. So next Saturaday, I will have to wear skinny jeans from 12 to 9. Fuck, man!