No secret, I hate man-pris. I think they are the "gayest" thing, since, well....Coldplay and macrame jean shorts! Apparently NOT everyone knows about my hatred and the support group that I have had to join because of it. Steve actually had the nerve to ask me if he could buy some:
Steve: What do you think about man-pris?
Me: I don't!
Steve: So no man-pris, huh?
Me: Negative Ghost Rider. You are not clear for man-pris. Please return to base. IMMEDIATELY!
Steve: Even while mountain biking?
Me: Roger that, Shippy.
Steve: Awwww. So I should probably cancel my order then, huh?
Me: Yeah. However, I've been trained to say that "We have a don't ask, don't tell policy around here"
Steve: But you're not supposed to expose your knees below 60 degrees..... (blah, blah, blah, I stopped listening at this point)
Me: I'm sorry Sir, this is a secured line, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop communicating on it.
Sadly, I know that the next time we go mountain biking, he's going to show up in man-pris (probably listening to Coldplay and driving a truck with a bumper sticker that says "I like balls on my chin"). I'm a slave to fashion just as much as the next person, but when I'm out mountain biking, getting dirty (yes, I head for EVERY mud hole) and sweaty, that's the point where I just say "fuck it" my knees are already screwed up from years of soccer and cheer-leading. I say bring on the cold weather Mother Nature. BRING.IT.ON!!! *shakes fist in air* (however I will take pix so we can all laugh as Steve awaits the Great Flood. You go Moses, you go!)
Steve: What do you think about man-pris?
Me: I don't!
Steve: So no man-pris, huh?
Me: Negative Ghost Rider. You are not clear for man-pris. Please return to base. IMMEDIATELY!
Steve: Even while mountain biking?
Me: Roger that, Shippy.
Steve: Awwww. So I should probably cancel my order then, huh?
Me: Yeah. However, I've been trained to say that "We have a don't ask, don't tell policy around here"
Steve: But you're not supposed to expose your knees below 60 degrees..... (blah, blah, blah, I stopped listening at this point)
Me: I'm sorry Sir, this is a secured line, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop communicating on it.
Sadly, I know that the next time we go mountain biking, he's going to show up in man-pris (probably listening to Coldplay and driving a truck with a bumper sticker that says "I like balls on my chin"). I'm a slave to fashion just as much as the next person, but when I'm out mountain biking, getting dirty (yes, I head for EVERY mud hole) and sweaty, that's the point where I just say "fuck it" my knees are already screwed up from years of soccer and cheer-leading. I say bring on the cold weather Mother Nature. BRING.IT.ON!!! *shakes fist in air* (however I will take pix so we can all laugh as Steve awaits the Great Flood. You go Moses, you go!)
3 comments:
UGH! Man-pris are the WORST!
This from the girl who thinks I look hot in my spandex bib shorts.
I think Steve should get some fit-flops to go with his man-pris! They make your calf muscles look better.
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