Just be glad that it still fits. It was a sad day that I realized that my gut and ass had grown too big to fit in my old highschool and college Sweedish army trench coat.
Aw, I picked up a new hoodie to replace my disgusting junior high hoodie. Now I want my old hoodie back with it’s thumb holes and paint splotches. Missing drawstring and odd stains
I did a dumb thing and gave my hoodie to some dumb girl I had a crush on. Then she took off with my friend, and the hoodie. *sigh* It’s been over ten years gone, and I still think of it every day. This newfangled replacement is nothing to me. NOTHING.
matt- yeah, that was a dumb thing. Never, ever, lend stupid cunts yer sweatshirt. Before you even consider it, you must ask yourself “do I want the puddie, or the hoodie?” and hopefully, you pick the latter.
actually, don’t be a fag, pick the prior.
I am a stupid cunt who borrowed someone’s sweater with no intention of returning it. I told her I’d go visit her and bring it back then, but I also have no intention of doing that.
However, I like to think that to her, it was just another sweater. To me, it’s the sweater I got pissed drunk in and threw up all over; it’s the sweater I wore when I thought swimming in the ocean in January was a pretty OK idea, and incidently also a sweater I got felt up in but refused to take off.
I had a pair of jenes that I wore from sixth grade until 11th. I painted every room in my new house in them and they were more beautiful than any pants you have ever seen. They have at least six holes in each leg and the button fell of the front. For a while I held on to them, securing my pants with paper clips, but finally I let go.
sort of.
I still have them….
I also love how your mom never changes clothes throughout the years.
“you’re 12? no wonder every comment you leave is fucking retarded.”
Late reply, but thanks. Before I came to revisit the comments I made here, I thought I hardly changed since 12. I was wrong.
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August 24th, 2006 at 1:26 pm
Heh heh…I like how you stopped telling your mom “thanks” at the end…
August 24th, 2006 at 1:33 pm
Just be glad that it still fits. It was a sad day that I realized that my gut and ass had grown too big to fit in my old highschool and college Sweedish army trench coat.
August 24th, 2006 at 2:59 pm
13? What are you like 4′ 7″?
August 24th, 2006 at 4:18 pm
Aw, I picked up a new hoodie to replace my disgusting junior high hoodie. Now I want my old hoodie back with it’s thumb holes and paint splotches. Missing drawstring and odd stains
August 24th, 2006 at 4:24 pm
I’m 5′2, dammit. actually, I’m 2′5
August 24th, 2006 at 4:24 pm
Wow. I’ve only had my worn out sweater since senior year of high school.
August 24th, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Julia, the new website is awsome!
August 24th, 2006 at 11:18 pm
Yeah, don’t wash it… that just makes the holes bigger.
August 25th, 2006 at 8:33 am
I did a dumb thing and gave my hoodie to some dumb girl I had a crush on. Then she took off with my friend, and the hoodie. *sigh* It’s been over ten years gone, and I still think of it every day. This newfangled replacement is nothing to me. NOTHING.
August 28th, 2006 at 12:07 am
matt- yeah, that was a dumb thing. Never, ever, lend stupid cunts yer sweatshirt. Before you even consider it, you must ask yourself “do I want the puddie, or the hoodie?” and hopefully, you pick the latter.
actually, don’t be a fag, pick the prior.
August 29th, 2006 at 11:39 am
The best hoodies are the ones with the big bad-ass metal zippers.
Screw those plastic zippers.
August 30th, 2006 at 2:27 pm
The BEST hoodies have no zippers a’tal. Pull on, pull off. Wax on, wax off.
My ex-wife got mine, along with the dog.
It was NOT a good day when that happened.
August 31st, 2006 at 7:33 pm
love your relationship…family huh?
September 12th, 2006 at 3:08 am
Matthew, keep checking Goodwill. You never know…
April 14th, 2007 at 5:48 pm
“13? What are you like 4′ 7″?”
I’m 12 and taller than my mum, who is 5′2 or 5′3. >.>
April 14th, 2007 at 6:04 pm
you’re 12? no wonder every comment you leave is fucking retarded.
July 18th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
“i like it more than you.”
priceless!
February 25th, 2008 at 3:42 pm
I had a pair of jeans I held onto for 12 years.
I wore them almost every other day.
The only reason I don’t wear them is b/c they literally fell apart at the seams.
February 27th, 2008 at 4:08 am
I have a lot of clothes like this. Horray for not growing past the age of 13.
February 29th, 2008 at 12:53 am
I am a stupid cunt who borrowed someone’s sweater with no intention of returning it. I told her I’d go visit her and bring it back then, but I also have no intention of doing that.
However, I like to think that to her, it was just another sweater. To me, it’s the sweater I got pissed drunk in and threw up all over; it’s the sweater I wore when I thought swimming in the ocean in January was a pretty OK idea, and incidently also a sweater I got felt up in but refused to take off.
April 1st, 2008 at 6:57 pm
I had a pair of jenes that I wore from sixth grade until 11th. I painted every room in my new house in them and they were more beautiful than any pants you have ever seen. They have at least six holes in each leg and the button fell of the front. For a while I held on to them, securing my pants with paper clips, but finally I let go.
sort of.
I still have them….
I also love how your mom never changes clothes throughout the years.
January 25th, 2009 at 2:19 am
“you’re 12? no wonder every comment you leave is fucking retarded.”
Late reply, but thanks. Before I came to revisit the comments I made here, I thought I hardly changed since 12. I was wrong.