Trouser Trauma:Interpol alert

I was just spending the sweetest time at the gym, doing gym things, watching muscles grow, define themselves and show off to the phatt phucker on the rowing machine as well as stimulating the geezer with the body of god to do more. All very satisfying, body feeling strong, the brain washed clean.......all that was needed now was a good shower and springy walk home. Do the shower thing, dry the bod and then.....................some sad son of a stool sample has nicked my trousers........this cannot be true. Saddam, say this isn't so. What a cock up, how can some one nick another persons trousers, underwear maybe for some fetish trip, but a regular pair of trousers, naaaaaaaaaaah, what is the world coming to when you can't take your trousers off for fear of them being nicked.
The gym people called the police, the police would make a report and do nothing. I want them to stop any man with a half decent pair of trousers on and take them in for questioning.
It is a bit funny ...............but............. they were my favourite trousers.................and I am a bit pissed off..............so I hope the bastard gets eaten by the evil trouser fangs and has a totally shit Christmas gets mega fat and falls in a gutter.................dead.

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