In Small Towns such as mine, people usually go to the Grocery Store on Friday nights. To conform with the usual practices, to seem somewhat normal, and to satisfy my appetite for Chocolate Covered Cinnamon Bears, my Dad and I went to the Grocery Store.
Much to my eternal disgust, there was a "boy" there working who was wearing skinny jeans.
Gag me with a fork. Skinny jeans are bad enough on girls, but when "boys" wear them I feel like re- visiting my lunch in the form of puking.
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