Slightly off topic, however I own a pair of pantaloons which are very dear to me. They were responsible for me meeting the girl of my dreams on a train platform in New York when she asked me who the designer was. We chatted for some time on the train, and it turned out we had the same name. I got off the train at my stop and found myself blushing. Anyway, I thought better of it and tried to jump back in, but the doors slammed in my face just as she simultaneously jumped up to get out. I saw her mouth "god damn it" as the train took off for Queens. I remember sitting with my head in my hands on the seat on the platform, wondering what might have been. Still wonder.
Anyway, I want some more fucking pantaloons. If anyone can make them for me, I will pay cash made out of genuine fucking money.
Slightly off topic, however I own a pair of pantaloons which are very dear to me. They were responsible for me meeting the girl of my dreams on a train platform in New York when she asked me who the designer was. We chatted for some time on the train, and it turned out we had the same name. I got off the train at my stop and found myself blushing. Anyway, I thought better of it and tried to jump back in, but the doors slammed in my face just as she simultaneously jumped up to get out. I saw her mouth "god damn it" as the train took off for Queens. I remember sitting with my head in my hands on the seat on the platform, wondering what might have been. Still wonder.
Anyway, I want some more fucking pantaloons. If anyone can make them for me, I will pay cash made out of genuine fucking money.