Corduroy is Evil
So today I realized that me and corduroy are a big no-no. I’m walking down the hall to go to my office and I hear a sound that resembles a yipping puppy. After stopping in my tracks and looking around, I hear that the sound is gone. As I continued walking, to my dismay I realized the yipping sound was me. Apparently my thighs rubbing together against the fabric caused the high pitched yelping.
So now my fat ass is purposely making sure to gap my legs open a little as I walk and taking shorter, slower strides to avoid the dreaded sound. Now I look like I have a stick up my ass or I’m constipated but at least the sound is gone. Needless to say, I spent the bulk of my day in the office and not roaming the quiet hallways… Sux.
