What is the deal with older Mexican men and their pants? As a kid, I have witnessed far too many older men relatives that would wear non-fitting pants. They would find these pants that were the perfect length, perfect waist size, but had the smallest crotch sections in the world. And the polyester... lord please stop with the polyester.
I was in a meeting today with one of those type of older (sixties) Mexican men. And he would just sit there with his legs wide open and all his beans and franks outlined there for the world to see. OUT THERE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE.
Good Lord, the women were not even looking in his general direction. I think they feared they would be mesmerized by the chorizo and frijoles. I was just laughing silently on the inside.
Did he care? Nope. Did he even know what was going on? Perhaps. He is THE MAN, because he woke up this morning and said "Fuck it. I'm squeezing into these polyester pants, adjust the winkie and woobles, and show the world what I'm made of." You know there had to be some adjustment going on. That's like trying to fit an Ikea bookshelf back in the original box after you assembled it. No way that is an easy task.
A small part of me wanted to take a picture to share with the world, but even I am not that cruel. And what's the deal with all the penis and testicle analogies in this post?
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