So I get tired of hearing the wife gripe at me about needing new furniture, and we decide to make a day trip up to Rockford to look at furniture. We head out saturday morning among the shitty roads and after about 2.5hrs of total driving we arrive at a very nice furniture store.
Did I mention I hate this sort of thing more than getting kicked in the balls???? So we're an hour and a half in and we have a couch and a new recliner picked out... I'm wondering while she's picking fabrics and colors and omg its so exciting....
I flop my ass down on a couch next to where she's sitting and my buddy and I both look at each other because when I landed I heard a very Odd sound.
"I broke it" i say, and like a giggling school girl I get up and slowly walk away saying what a POS!
10 minutes later I happen to walk past a mirror and realize I didn't brake the couch.. apparently I blew the entire ass out of my jeans... luckily i'm not one to go commando, but I still had to walk around the rest of the day furniture shopping with an 8' rip down the ass of my pants.
I hope she's happy....
Did I mention I hate this sort of thing more than getting kicked in the balls???? So we're an hour and a half in and we have a couch and a new recliner picked out... I'm wondering while she's picking fabrics and colors and omg its so exciting....
I flop my ass down on a couch next to where she's sitting and my buddy and I both look at each other because when I landed I heard a very Odd sound.
"I broke it" i say, and like a giggling school girl I get up and slowly walk away saying what a POS!
10 minutes later I happen to walk past a mirror and realize I didn't brake the couch.. apparently I blew the entire ass out of my jeans... luckily i'm not one to go commando, but I still had to walk around the rest of the day furniture shopping with an 8' rip down the ass of my pants.
I hope she's happy....
