tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post1343674510516943096..comments2023-11-05T05:39:45.583-05:00Comments on Jason. For the love of God.: Jason's pants.That Chick Over Therehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066031548129806050noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-38752051871546052742008-08-18T21:18:00.000-05:002008-08-18T21:18:00.000-05:00You've been bloggin' too fast for me so I'm just c...You've been bloggin' too fast for me so I'm just chasing backwards to catch what I missed. Holy Hell this one was funny - and I can totally relate. Does your hubby get that wierd wallet shaped white box on this back pocket? And my hubby has scoured the earth to find that exact pair of chinos with flat front, no-iron, specific color khaki in the totally hardest to find size ever.Wenderinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07340237940859669413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-26048042786293882152008-07-30T13:26:00.000-05:002008-07-30T13:26:00.000-05:00ok i about busted a gut, both reading your blog on...ok i about busted a gut, both reading your blog on this AND reading the comments...<BR/><BR/>Cristin - middle school - GREAT CALL!!!PaintedPromisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05771284709068251348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-89473443899220808892008-07-29T16:04:00.000-05:002008-07-29T16:04:00.000-05:00Oh my fuck that was funny!!!!I would have to infor...Oh my fuck that was funny!!!!<BR/><BR/>I would have to inform Jason that from now on, buying pants will be his job. Period.Rachel (Crazy-Is)https://www.blogger.com/profile/05786360241354496729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-29594417108021145592008-07-28T21:18:00.000-05:002008-07-28T21:18:00.000-05:00You need a stiff drink, dear. And when you're done...You need a stiff drink, dear. And when you're done knocking back the bottle, use it to wallop your husband if he's still going on about that thin line...Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-19733592282497585242008-07-28T15:18:00.000-05:002008-07-28T15:18:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness, he is odd about his pants, isn't h...Oh my goodness, he is odd about his pants, isn't he?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-9026798300816425702008-07-28T14:23:00.000-05:002008-07-28T14:23:00.000-05:00If I see a story on the Today Show tomorrow that s...If I see a story on the Today Show tomorrow that some husband in Tennessee was strangled with a pair of Izod chinos (because Matt Lauer would NEVER call them khakis), I will know it's you, and I will understand.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-26047313994342143802008-07-28T13:37:00.000-05:002008-07-28T13:37:00.000-05:00Oh this made me laugh so damn hard today. I worke...Oh this made me laugh so damn hard today. I worked in retail for several years and I can SO relate to the elderly lady scenario. Oh can I.<BR/><BR/>She told you how exactly to get to her house???!!! Holy crap. <BR/><BR/>Jason, you had better LOVE those damn pants! Or I can see your future. You wearing holey pants. Not good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-11808699960536613822008-07-28T11:08:00.000-05:002008-07-28T11:08:00.000-05:00Oh my gosh. Poor old people. I get phone calls fro...Oh my gosh. Poor old people. I get phone calls from them a lot! They just want someone to talk to. They always do this to me when I am extremely busy.....or trying to read blogs!<BR/><BR/>My hubs, he is the same way. I don't wash his clothes anymore because he is too damn picky.kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17987700142247888708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-22347296520791288452008-07-28T10:28:00.000-05:002008-07-28T10:28:00.000-05:00SO funny!! I think that might have been my grandmo...SO funny!! <BR/><BR/>I think that might have been my grandmother who helped you. <BR/><BR/>Just kidding...but really. My grandmother can go on and on about things like what she ate for supper and when the last time she pooped was. <BR/><BR/>Funny!!KrustyLynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08919393466019146826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-88467285219548088672008-07-28T09:09:00.000-05:002008-07-28T09:09:00.000-05:00J, I have to agree with D. I don't want to go spe...J, I have to agree with D. I don't want to go spend money on pants that look like someone wore them already. I am constantly saying, "No do you have any WITHOUT holes in them?" <BR/><BR/>And ummm...what is Jason going to do next time?Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10715187918892679058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-27669534539029109662008-07-28T08:36:00.000-05:002008-07-28T08:36:00.000-05:00OMG!!! That is SO FUNNY!! Girl, you had some pat...OMG!!! That is SO FUNNY!! Girl, you had some patience with Hazel! And Jason...<BR/>YOU are such a good wife!Janahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17670294163903350993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-48510609982028034842008-07-28T07:17:00.000-05:002008-07-28T07:17:00.000-05:00This is a fantastic story!! Holy crap, I was lovi...This is a fantastic story!! Holy crap, I was loving it. Sadly, I'm the same with stuff. Clothes, shoes, make-up, etc. And, of course, as soon as I determine I LOVE something OH SO MUCH, the maker of that something does something to screw with me.<BR/><BR/>So, I feel for Jason. But, I feel your pain, too :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-53478803765066606772008-07-28T03:12:00.000-05:002008-07-28T03:12:00.000-05:00OH MY WORD!! I was literally laughing out loud!!!!...OH MY WORD!! I was literally laughing out loud!!!!<BR/><BR/>arent those conversations just the MOST frustrating! I have them regularly with our post office!Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12823765544195567890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-80520292252163804442008-07-27T23:11:00.000-05:002008-07-27T23:11:00.000-05:00Anon, the fact that he didn't want your sorry ass ...Anon, the fact that he didn't want your sorry ass doesn't make him a "queer." Get over it, get some counseling, move on with your damn life!Dawn~a~Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03579654260254491401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-6854669810117343212008-07-27T22:57:00.000-05:002008-07-27T22:57:00.000-05:00Seriously, Khakis are called Chinos?I did not know...Seriously, Khakis are called Chinos?<BR/><BR/>I did not know. They have always been Khakis to me. In fact, until you mentioned that they were the same as Chinos, I had no idea what Chinos were. I thought they were some form of women's shoes.dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14328680068431185409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-51454764329521890082008-07-27T20:56:00.000-05:002008-07-27T20:56:00.000-05:00So, does Hazel live near me, too? . . .thought so...So, does Hazel live near me, too? <BR/><BR/><BR/>. . .thought so.<BR/><BR/>Makes one so proud of one's hometown, doesn't it?Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08729503147294461398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-38419345879059819652008-07-27T20:17:00.000-05:002008-07-27T20:17:00.000-05:00I really didn't know what chinos were....(hanging ...I really didn't know what chinos were....(hanging head in shame)Amy Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16889460762363255735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-74958976775120594412008-07-27T20:15:00.000-05:002008-07-27T20:15:00.000-05:00Hey anonymous...whats wrong with being a fucking q...Hey anonymous...whats wrong with being a fucking queer?<BR/><BR/>Hey chick, sit next to you at lunch tomor....oh wait, sorry, thought it was middle school again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-14972383422069588522008-07-27T19:46:00.000-05:002008-07-27T19:46:00.000-05:00LOL! Aren't you glad he didn't send you over there...LOL! Aren't you glad he didn't send you over there to buy tank tops????EEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15025777317455781050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-80603560975248243012008-07-27T19:03:00.000-05:002008-07-27T19:03:00.000-05:00OCD it's good for you and it's good for me! What i...OCD it's good for you and it's good for me! What is it with men and all their rules for pants? I only have 2 rules for pants.<BR/>1. I can fit my fat ass in them.<BR/>2. The sight of my fat ass in them doesn't make me want to kill myself.Sweetpeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17393538326019058560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-66092597656547469892008-07-27T18:18:00.000-05:002008-07-27T18:18:00.000-05:00who knew there were so many similarities between h...who knew there were so many similarities between hick town Saskatchewan Canada (where I live) and the deep south! I had no idea. But I think that old lady might also work at our local clothing store.Tarasviewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04750633944607986537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-60474214011450213942008-07-27T17:29:00.000-05:002008-07-27T17:29:00.000-05:00wooooo. That is some serious metro. I have never...wooooo. That is some serious metro. I have never been that particular with any item of clothing, ever.Captain Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11922101498348137121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-43286181752484061982008-07-27T12:57:00.000-05:002008-07-27T12:57:00.000-05:00For starters, I know people who have been to YALE....For starters, I know people who have been to YALE. lol.<BR/><BR/>That was such a great post. The whole Hazel story and the directions to her house part made me realize that even though it was funny, she liked you, was really lonely and was hoping you'd come visit her. Now I'm in tears. I hope you're happy!Suzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00361775888847203043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-80686668914280060042008-07-27T12:35:00.000-05:002008-07-27T12:35:00.000-05:00HAHAHA! I am glad my husband wears whatever I buy...HAHAHA! I am glad my husband wears whatever I buy him, as long as they don't have pleats, pleats make him "look fat". :P<BR/><BR/>I have shopped in TN and I feel your pain, there is no hurry in the south. And then in MA everyone is in a big freaking rush.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00429615013820417474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540506.post-7961542589572708472008-07-27T11:34:00.000-05:002008-07-27T11:34:00.000-05:00Your husband is a fucking queer.Your husband is a fucking queer.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com