Haggar the Horrible

You don't have to watch Dynasty to have an attitude, honey. My Haggars and I have found new life with the New Power Generation.

I shoulda known we were headed into trouble last night when Ryan and I found ourselves lost outside an East-side titty bar with the slogan, "Just a Kiss Away...." Yeah just one kiss away from needing that first shot of penicillin.

Needless to say, we eventually made our way to Faces, where in the midst of a spin-drop-kick-turn (not "a dip" as he described it) I had a massive blow out and my fancy red Haggar Perma-Prest slacks became a lot more...um....airy and loose. Built to last, my ass......which, I'll let you know, is 10 pounds smaller than when I wore those pants to see Felix da Housecat last year and I had nary a problem!

Speaking of asses, which we gays always seem to do....let it not be said that I will not make one of myself literally for the sake of another's amusement.

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