What is that in the picture?  It’s a severed pair of basketball shorts.  Why do I have a pair of severed basketball shorts?  Well I’m about to tell you.  Oh the sacrifices I make for comedy.  Was pretty hungover Friday after a wild Thursday night.  I had lounged around all day wearin a pair of basketball shorts and barefoot.  As I was puttin on my pants it was hotter in my apt or somethin, so my feet were kinda sweaty.  This makes it difficult to put on skinny pants [via friction] (note: in the future this problem can be solved by temporarily wearin a pair of socks).  I don’t know how long it really took to put on the pants, but it felt like 5 minutes.  Needless to say it was an arduous process that I didn’t feel like repeating.  But backtrack a moment.  So when I finally got my feet through the pants I’m tyin to pull them all the way up, as per normal, but they don’t go.  I’m thinkin “hey what gives?”.  I look down and see I still have the pair of god damn basketball shorts on.  I only considered two options.  Take the pants off, shorts off and put the pants back on.  Or get a pair of scissors and cut the shorts thereby not havin to “re-put-on” the pants.  I chose the latter.  Turns out there were other challenges associated with that course of action, but more easily bested than the former option.  I stand by my decision.

What is that in the picture?  It’s a severed pair of basketball shorts.  Why do I have a pair of severed basketball shorts?  Well I’m about to tell you.  Oh the sacrifices I make for comedy.  Was pretty hungover Friday after a wild Thursday night.  I had lounged around all day wearin a pair of basketball shorts and barefoot.  As I was puttin on my pants it was hotter in my apt or somethin, so my feet were kinda sweaty.  This makes it difficult to put on skinny pants [via friction] (note: in the future this problem can be solved by temporarily wearin a pair of socks).  I don’t know how long it really took to put on the pants, but it felt like 5 minutes.  Needless to say it was an arduous process that I didn’t feel like repeating.  But backtrack a moment.  So when I finally got my feet through the pants I’m tyin to pull them all the way up, as per normal, but they don’t go.  I’m thinkin “hey what gives?”.  I look down and see I still have the pair of god damn basketball shorts on.  I only considered two options.  Take the pants off, shorts off and put the pants back on.  Or get a pair of scissors and cut the shorts thereby not havin to “re-put-on” the pants.  I chose the latter.  Turns out there were other challenges associated with that course of action, but more easily bested than the former option.  I stand by my decision.

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