So we were headed out the door to go see a play that my son was in. My wife looks at me and says, "You are going to where that?" Thinking to myself, "Why yes, its what I got on." She followed up by saying she wished I would dress up a little when we go out, as I make her feel like she has to always dress down.
I absolutely saw nothing wrong with the G80's (gay-eighties) "Hair Metal Band" frayed jeans I was wearing. I gave in and went and put some shorts on. She says, "Don't you have any nice pants?" I replied, "I can't squeeze into any of them..."
I absolutely saw nothing wrong with the G80's (gay-eighties) "Hair Metal Band" frayed jeans I was wearing. I gave in and went and put some shorts on. She says, "Don't you have any nice pants?" I replied, "I can't squeeze into any of them..."
