Think all you can do is delete the post
that s*** cursed I ain’t touching it
that s*** cursed I ain’t touching it
Feel you brada...that's why you don't see me with them machines!
Feel you brada...that's why you don't see me with them machines!
they shoulda never shown me this now i can’t stop
They look clunky and I detest the bright stitching all over the sole.
The all black ones look way better, the yellow stitching on those looks terrible
Get sum jeans but cut the ends off then so it has a rugged look
what kind of jeans? Also whats good levis for docs?
Something like this. I have a pair of green corduroys, some levi 505's, and some d***ies. Im looking for maybe some baggy type pants or some relaxed pants
And dont tell me thrift stores. I dont want anything "designer" too.
Buy a copy of The Stranger by Albert Camus, then set it underneath your 032c magazine, just subtly enough so she'd be able to see it without thinking you left it there on purpose. Then what you're going to want to do is go to the union supply store; buy a hi-vis vest, a hard hat and a clipboard. After donning your disguise, locate the nearest construction site, you'll probably want to look in areas where low income housing is being demolished. Once you're there, carry yourself as though you do hard work for a living, maybe bring a steel reserve or two to really fit in—assimilate yourself with the men. Now, if you find yourself becoming anxious or worried about this ploy, take a breather in the portable toilet, its okay, the smell will prepare you for your eventual contact with these hippies that you're trying to fit in with. Work through your anxieties until you get the courage to initiate a conversation with one of these construction workers, you will tell them these exact words:
"I have a proposition for you, I give you a $20, you give me those Carhartt double-knee work pants straight off your ass. I work the rest of your shift, you go work a barstool and get paid."
Now, the hard work will be done, no union man would rebuke the chance of being able to drink 3 lagers on company time. Your reward for all this trouble? A pair of pants that bear the impression of honest work, their seams subtly distressed by the bulk of a working man's quads. The wear and tear present on them will give a clear impression that you have put in the work to be worthy of such doubled-knees. That you, BVL, are an honest man, a union man, a man not afraid to sit at a bus stop in the cold. You will put these on with pride, with dignity, never again will you even think of your silly corduroys, or "baggy type pants", those are for the sitters, the leeches on society, the people who post on kanye west fan forums in search of the best pants to attract artsy indie girls. These pants will last you a lifetime.
You're welcome.