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You should buy some pants.
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This is our generation’s answer to War’s End Kiss, a famous photo that captured the spirit of a time in our history. However, instead of defeating an imperialistic Japanese empire, our generation has done something far greater: we’ve invented pants that allow witnesses to pick our anuses out of a lineup - and we didn’t stop there.
We’ve also found a way to guarantee that every young girl will have the ass she was to get at 50 years while keeping her seventh grade waist. It’s called, “having no goals or hobbies apart from acquiring things” and though it’s short-lived, it is highly effective.
Piggyback snacking and sloth onto teenage metabolism and the results are incredible. Twenty inch waists with Italian Grandmother asses can be seen walking into malls across the nation and scientists predict that within twenty years, this attractive look could last up to three years for a girl of moderate uselessness.
Advancement we can hope for. That’s the nature of our country: advancement and stretchy fabric.
God bless America.
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News Day Laura writes: “Was told I’m not wearing pants - Never said I was!”
Thanks, Laura. While it’s true that jeggings exist outside the realm of pants, it’s also true that you haven’t made any announcements as to this being your intent. Snapping at a person for alerting you to the fact that you appear to have denim sleeve tattoos covering you from waist to ankle is in poor form. The fact is, you’re not wearing pants and that’s not suitable attire for the inner-city teacher’s lounge photographed above.
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It’s nice to know who wears the sweatpants in this relationship. If you haven’t figured it out, it’s the bipedal manatee with the gross Uggs.
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When you’re hungry for aging, picked over slices of pizza - who has time for pants? Not this low budget threesome. They’re about to make tonight a memorable evening of forbidden passion, kicked off by splitting a slice of mall Sicilian. Question: Who’s going to pick up the hefty four dollar tab? Is it the girl with the entry level Karate belt, the guy who possibly survived a pitbull bite to the ass, or the pantsless girl wearing sandals and one of her father’s leaf raking shirts?
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We live in a futuristic time where a garment can convince the world that you were born with fused ass cheeks. That garment is not cellulite proof and it is causing the faces of children across the Midwest to violently blur.
Daftbot found these on PeopleOfWalmart
