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Oh my.
The fecund grasswire primitive:
Uh, I dunno.
Other than his professional attire, franksolich usually wears thrift-store clothes.
When I run low on the wardrobe inventory, I just stock up on a bunch more, and because I don't care to shop, I just take what looks okay, and size it up later. I mean, 99 cents wasted on a too-small shirt or a too-large pair of shorts isn't going to break me. (I donate back what doesn't work out.)
One early morning the cats were all agog and excited, waking me up. Someone was at the door.
I grabbed a pair of corduroy shorts from a recently-purchased pile and slipped them on.
They were way too big, and kept sliding down. It was a man from the natural-gas company. I stood at the doorway talking to him, my legs spread w-a-a-a-a-y apart so the shorts wouldn't slip down any more, because I had nothing on underneath that.
But that's about the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to franksolich.
Heh, Coach, you reminded me of a slight mishap back in the early '80's.
I had an old Harley that my dad got in a business deal. It was in about 3 boxes, so I had to put it together. Well everything you hear about bikers is true! While I never belonged to any gang, I hung around guys from the Gallopin' Goose. Don't know if you've heard of them, but at the time they were the arch enemies of the Hells Angels. Haven't heard much about them lately, I think they're numbers are dwindlin'.
Now there's some crazy mofos, but hell I was in my early twenties and we all think we're indestructible at that age, at leats I did..
Well, back to the story. I was livin' in Klamath Falls Oregon at the time and I don't know if any of you have been there, but at the time it was still like a western frontier town right off of TMC. Horeshoes was there game and I was pretty damn good at it.
Well we , meanin' Me and "Cody", what else could his name be, right, were invited to a tournament in a nearby town.
A little background before I continue. I dropped my scooter a few years earlier and broke an ankle and had road rash down my whole left side. To make a long story short, I quit wearin' underwaer 'cause it irritated where the rash healed.
Well we're at this tournament and it just so happens there's about a 3 foot fence between the beer keg and the horse shoe pits. Well me bein' the show off that I was at that age, decided just to jump over the thing like they did in the Olympics way back when, and ripped the whole backside outa my jeans!.
Did I mention I didn't wear underwear? Well Cody wouldn't let me leave because we were ahead in the tournament so I spent the rest of the day tryin' to hide my lily white ass! Oh, I think we won all of $15 a piece!
