Showing posts with label hammer time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hammer time. Show all posts

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Told You So

(While coming out of the cafeteria...)

Lloyd: I just saw a pair of harem pants.

Me: What?! Where?! SHOW ME NOW.

(Lloyd takes my hand, dragging me along in our epic search for the fabled hammer harem pants)

Me: ...

Lloyd: ...

Me: They are leather.

Lloyd: Yeah...

Me: And she's wearing moccasins.

Lloyd: I think those just sort of killed it.

Me: (sharp intake of breath)

And that is what happened three days ago. I may be scarred for life.

- The Tubsters

Monday, November 16, 2009

Where's My Magic Carpet, Damn It?

I've ranted about a lot of things. Mainly fads that have already taken the streets and my school by storm. But let's switch gears and focus on something that hasn't yet filled the seemingly innocent hallways full of learning and education, but I fear may very well very soon.

I'm talking about harem pants.

I know they're quite popular among celebrities and emerging in larger numbers on people who aren't planning on putting on a production of Arabian Nights, but still, is it worth looking like you had your friend boost your pants volume with a bicycle pump just to be "in fashion?" The answer is no, my friends. No. Diaper-ass is never a good thing. I'd really prefer it if the girls (and the guys!) that I see on a daily basis would refrain from looking as if they're wearing Pampers. Because before you know it, you've arrived here:

"Harem pants" and "hammer pants" are only 1 letter away from each other. Think about it.

- The Tubsters