Fitting it isn't
I found this in a fitting room today while I was trying on a pair of slacks to cover my gams. I haven’t figured out if it’s a joke or not—or what it means in either case. I doubt cameras are involved, but I like the idea of being filmed while photographing in my skivvies.
Now that I’m a productive member of society again, I can purchase luxury items like food and clothing. Food is easy to find but clothing is not.
None of my clothes fit me because I lost thirty pounds since last fall. I didn’t weigh much to begin with, and now if I stand in front of a fan I get blown across the room. Where did it all go? I don’t know. Two years ago I was somewhat normal, but after two surgeries and unemployment I withered away.
In addition to my usual weekend missions of going to garage sales, junk shops, and getting samosas in the park, I wanted (needed) to find some new threads. It was a frustrating endeavor and all I found were three pairs of brown socks. I went to many thrift stores and non-thrift stores, but everything was too big. Either I’m going to have to eat more junk food, shop in the boys section, or make my own damn clothes.
2 Comments
Miss. Cherry said 541 days ago:
This sounds like a case of the zipper blues. do not get stuck in this dressing room , no liabilities will be granted. manhood should be at loss in a different junction, in a different town. no further inquiries shall be made regarding ones oddities of manhood —- auditing man sex—-auditioning ones with male loss prevention—-if you have lost a being, please report promptly, one may only be found so.
S.R. Wild said 540 days ago:
Thanks. Now it all makes sense.
I had the zipper blues once, then I switched to button fly slacks.
Don't forget, we need to go to Poland and find out if we really are related. That way, I have a reason for being at Ski's house for Thanksgiving--other than my good looks and charm.
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