There was this one time...

[foxyshaman]

I am a dork. Lets just get that out of the way. A very happy, go lucky dork, but a dork nonetheless.

I was at the office (shocking but true), it was casual day... yeah. I was wearing my favorite jeans. I was goofing around in front of my friend, pretending to ballet leap. Well I lept alright. Lept, fell and heard the all to familiar "rriiiipppp". The inside of my thigh ripped wide open. All I could was laugh. The incident caused my friend to laugh. She laughed so hard she fell over and hit her head on the post. Which of course made both of us laugh even harder.

So, as one would guess, laughter (without good cause) causes curiousity. Next thing I know around 20 ppl are standing around asking what happened. I had to gracefully (if that even fits) stand up and, of course, I could not hide the all too wide rip in my jeans.

Someone kindly, through giggles, asked if I needed a jacket to cover myself. I replied "Hell no, like I can hide this embarassment". Well, apparently that too was funny.

For some reason, to this day I do not remember why, I had an extra pair of jeans in my car. I gracefully (questionable word) walked out of the office, and changed jeans in my car.

Moral - Leaping ballerina moves in thin thighed jeans is not a good idea. Tripping whilst leaping... even less of a good idea.