Last night I was planning on working with some fiberglass resin for a project I'm working on so the wife said to me, "I know you have an old pair of jeans in your closet, would you please wear them? Whenever you get that stuff on your clothes it's permanent."
I thought of my fat jeans up on the shelf in my closet and decided that it was a good idea. I hadn't worn them for five years, but kept them as a memento as to when I was a few sizes bigger. I was looking forward to showing them off to the wife so she could see how big I was only a few years ago. So I took them down and put them on AND THEY FIT PERFECTLY.
I didn't have to inhale to get them on. When I opened the top button they didn't burst open like a broken dam. And now I have to go on a fucking diet.
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