Typhoon1244
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I ripped the seat of my pants during a layover in Savannah, Georgia. No spare, so I went downtown to shop for replacements. The only place I found with a pair that fit okay normally caters to...well, I don't quite know how to put this. Let me put it this way: they'll be perfect if I ever decide to become a pimp or attend a southern black funeral.
Actually, it's not a bad deal. If we ever go down in the middle of the desert, I can probably signal the rescue planes with my pants.
Actually, it's not a bad deal. If we ever go down in the middle of the desert, I can probably signal the rescue planes with my pants.
