The City of Parma is closed. The police there closed the city; and if someone goes on the roads there, well ... who knows. The police have guns.
I got the flannel-lined jeans I ordered just in time for the annual big blizzard. I've always wanted a pair, ever since I saw my friend, Danny, had a pair. That was in second grade. It seemed that every time I thought about it, they'd be out of stock or out of season; then a few weeks back, I found them on line and ordered two pairs. Fucking awesome!
Now that I got them, I'm afraid to wear them in the house or in any weather conditions except for when its cold and snowy. I've decided to keep a regular pair of pants right by the door. I'll put these on when I'm ready to leave and take them off when I get in.
"Why the fuck would you do that, you moron?" you ask, or in any of its derivative forms.
Here's why:
Who knew that they could be so dangerous?
The Fuzzy Surface = punk rock garage band, Sherman Oaks, CA., circa 1982. Right?
Posted by: Kyle at March 9, 2008 12:49 AMIs that because of the weather or because of the strike?
Posted by: Joel at March 9, 2008 03:22 AMWith your track record for accidents I would be careful if I were you.
I set fire to myself once - it was the fabric softener.
Posted by: Anji at March 9, 2008 02:09 PMI can speak on this matter with authority, as I lived, in 1982, near the corner of Riverside and Coldwater in the nether region between NoHo, Sherman Oaks and Studio City. "Fuzzy Surfaces" was more of a new wave band, not tough enough to scare parents but not so limp as to disgust youth. Cf "Scuzzy Slurfaces," "Fluffy Circus Cats" (Eagle Rock, Northridge respectively).
Good going on the pants. Remember, wear them flannel-side-in and you won't ignite anything you can't grow back.
Posted by: dan at March 11, 2008 05:17 PM