Okay, I’ve had it. If I have to spend any more time looking for a pair of jeans that will actually fit over my legs without having to get a pair with a waist large enough for me to appear in a Slim Fast commercial I’m going to scream.
I spent two hours looking for jeans tonight all to be reminded that my legs must somehow be unhumanly large. TWO GODDAMN HOURS!!! 30 pairs of jeans and I am left with either Gangsta wear or watching the Levi’s 570 super huge loose jeans fit over my legs like a pair of spandex tights over Kathy Bates’s bloated thighs.
The other day someone at the gym looked at me and said that he was working out to get legs like mine. Be careful what you wish for my friend…be careful what you wish for.