The Pancake

   I have no ass. Seriously. In the 52-card pick up that is my genetic legacy, I got a lovely chest, fabulous gams, and absolutely zero in the trunk department. I can’t fill out a pair of jeans to save me. I bring up my lackluster can because right now I’m wearing no underwear.

   But, Rebuker, why are you wearing no underwear? you ask, shocked and vaguely titillated/repulsed.

   Because, I reply, the elastic went out in the waistband of my erstwhile undies and because I have no curvature in the buttock area to hold them up, they have been slipping down all day. I couldn’t even get to the bathroom with them still at waist level. 

   So, in a fit of pique on the way back from class, I slipped into the bathroom and threw them away. I would rather have no britches than saggy britches.

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One response to “The Pancake

  1. You about made me fall off my chair as I’m stifling my outburst of laughter in class.

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