29 Mar 2007 seemaxrun 29 Comments fashion, friends, humor, women Permalink mocking people without pants I just want to take a moment to mock someone [who will remain nameless — and really will and I do not do that much] who cannot fit into her pants. I know it is wrong. I am just like that. 29 Responses to mocking people without pants umair March 29, 2007 at 12:53 pm hmm… too bad … Jennifer March 29, 2007 at 2:08 pm Did you see my name on Gut to Cut? Damn that You Tube! Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 2:23 pm This post is tricky. This could apply to any number of us. max March 29, 2007 at 2:26 pm Well the person it applies to is going to flat out know. So if you have to wonder, you are not it. [I have visions of villagers with torches now, everyone who read that post and thought it might apply, heading for loft Max. Wait, if I put my card on the bad violent neighbor guy’s door, this could really work out….] Tommy March 29, 2007 at 3:04 pm Kind sounds like an ex-girlfriend of mine. Not the :can’t fit into her pants” part, but the torches part. max March 29, 2007 at 3:50 pm Her name was “Sarah,” right? Tommy March 29, 2007 at 4:00 pm Actually, it was, “Sara”, but close. Really close. HA! max March 29, 2007 at 4:19 pm Spelling Nazi. Grrr. aj March 29, 2007 at 6:16 pm Mocking is such fun isn’t it. I hear it comes back ten fold though which should be interesting for you. max March 29, 2007 at 6:49 pm I wish you were not holding a charred zen garden rake when you said that. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 7:44 pm Jennifer, did you just say “Gut to Cut?” Ouch! Sniff. That hurts. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 7:45 pm Actually, ya’ll, we are looking at the wrong side of the glass – maybe the person lost weight and the pants FALL off. max March 29, 2007 at 7:50 pm It could mean that. :::whistling::: Tommy March 29, 2007 at 7:56 pm Her pants fell off? Sounds like another woman I knew once. If I could only remember her name…lemme see…what was her name? Dammit! I forget. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 8:27 pm Let me guess, Tommy. Will I spot it in a freezer when I got the serious munchies? Tommy March 29, 2007 at 8:30 pm You put Doritos in the freezer? That’s just too weird. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 8:38 pm I’m not really a Doritos sort of girl, but I do like PIE when I’m drunk. Hint, hint. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 8:38 pm Oh, sh1t, that sounded not like the way I intended it to sound. max March 29, 2007 at 8:41 pm Oh. My. God. My freaking neighbor just put on some sort of German military marching music. What the hell? Is he some escaped Nazi? Tommy March 29, 2007 at 8:42 pm Hey, so you like a little pie now and then when you’re drunk. You’re not the first woman do like that and you won’t be the last. It’s okay. I’m not going to judge you. HA! Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 8:48 pm Shut up Tommy! One day at some unexpected future blogger’s party I’m going to waste champage on your face! Max, is it Wagner? Maybe he read your blog and read what’s his face’s advice about German classical music and turning it really loud to make him leave and he’s mocking you? You need some D DAY music. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 8:49 pm I’m about to put on some music, too. “What is love, baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, anymore…” Tommy March 29, 2007 at 8:52 pm What? I’m just talking about pie. Geeze. Sweet, delicious, warm, mouth watering pie. max March 29, 2007 at 8:54 pm Not Wagner. It was something with heil-ish marching singing. Gadzooks. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 9:20 pm Maybe he’s beating his girlfriend to it. max March 29, 2007 at 9:28 pm Ack. Tommy March 29, 2007 at 9:30 pm Maybe he’s torturing her with it? Either that or she’s busy taking apart things and putting them back together again. max March 29, 2007 at 9:34 pm They are just very odd people. Sigh. It was only a burst of music but — German marching music with singing? Very weird. Stiletto Girl March 29, 2007 at 10:59 pm There are some bodies being chopped up. You need to investigate further. Leave a ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.