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Feb. 2nd, 2009 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterbadgerI got washed and dressed and started to walk to the garage.
I stopped partway there to kneel down and retie my shoelace.
My jeans (the one good pair that fits) ripped right across and down the crotch.
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So, here I am, back at the house, having put on a new pair of trousers.
What *else* can the gods fuck with?
I stopped partway there to kneel down and retie my shoelace.
My jeans (the one good pair that fits) ripped right across and down the crotch.
...
...
So, here I am, back at the house, having put on a new pair of trousers.
What *else* can the gods fuck with?
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be careful what you ask...
Date: 2009-02-02 02:08 pm (UTC)the gods have a sense of humor, that's a dangerous question....