Farewell to my faithful jeans. It's with a heavy heart that I must retire them...but we've had a good run. These were the first jeans I got wood glue on. They have been my constant companion for the last 3 years. And now they have rotted. I would continue to wear them still because the torn knees and upper tears don't bother me but it's what's happening around the bum department that is making me lay them to rest.
I think when my sister (the one who found an abandoned house and turned it into a nudist colony with my friend Ed when they were 15) says that they are inappropriate because my bum isn't covered, perhaps I need to listen.