I once took a guy hiking with me and he barely made it out. He was literally cursing my name by the time we made it back. No way I’m humping that lump of garbage back out.
So a good time was had by all. Did you give him a ride home?
Not his fault you have sasquach legs.
When I first saw this, I thought “HA! Drywall tape!” No kidding!
I did.
But what a weenie. I even brought him boots that he refused to wear.
I haven’t ironed a shirt in 20 years and I’m not going to start now. Wrinkle free or it’s not for me.
'merican? I have a difficult time imagining a Canadian being unwilling to wear boots generously provided by another person. 
No canadian guy. I know. I preempted his stupidity. But not by enough I guess.
My idea of getting dressed up, no matter the occasion, is wearing a shirt with buttons, I haven’t gotten dressed up in I can’t come close to remembering the last time. Unless you live someplace cold, fuck shirts with buttons.
I live somewhere that gets cold and only wear buttons for weddings.
Sorry my size 9 feet didn’t match your size 14 boots. Could’ve gone tobogganing in them suckers.
