today reflects the importance that took the jeans during adolescence. In short, they were a status symbol, a way to join the group, you could wear a uniform that indiscriminately everywhere! At school, at home, at church, at the supermarket, walking, weddings, evening .. everywhere! You should not even think about "what I wear" .. they were out on the back of the chair, or more often on the ground, winking and smiling. And you always felt pussy and in place. And then grows, as well as the age increases, so does the waist. And the jeans are dying and their irresistible charm. The charm is inversely proportional to the accumulation jeansesco adipo-cells.
I remember as a teenager, I had 17 years that a superfighissima my classmate gave me to try his Levis jeans, saying she did not like most and wanted rivenderseli. It was a triple benefits. Designer jeans (utopia for me) a little cash, plus the super cool class skintight. Skintight.
So were a sort of changes from super sexy Snake!
strong I remember of my 45 KG (good memories ..) I went home and gleefully looking forward to insert them to see how I was. I locked myself in the room just after lunch (big mistake ..) took off my jeans and pulled out of the backpack's gnoccajeans. With a fluid motion and quick appuntai feet in the two legs and pulled up. Well, I tried to pull them up. Great was my disappointment. It stubbornly blocked legs. But my stubbornness nell'indossarli was well in excess of them! So I shook his buttocks and thighs in jeans inzeppai bags as the salami in the gut. I felt the experience of the sausage. But I consoled myself, I had heard that they put some talcum powder on his legs to make them more slippery. Or maybe it was for leather pants ..
But my fight was not over yet. I had to button and zip close. Before I tried to pull it with conviction, if the important thing is to believe, and I believe it all right, would be closed in a flash ..!
sad But after 10 minutes I was still there. Just a little 'more sweat and his face more neurotic.
So I tried and tried again to pick up in the belly. If I had managed to pull in your thighs ..
Nothing.
In a last desperate attempt to lay down on the bed retired and sent it to life in maximum compression tirabile also the soul. E. .. zip! The magic worked. It was closed!
I tried to get out of bed and unable to bend your upper body looks more like a turtle upside down in agony. So I rolled on its side and not to breathe too I approached the mirror. Ohhhhh .. I was beautiful! I looked like a model! I looked like my super cool friend! .. I looked like a turtle in sausage rolled in agony with chronic respiratory problems!
Holy God, but who was the maniac who had perverted invented a machine to slow death by disguising it and devilish fashion garment? But Mr. Levis was a crazy face sexist legalized the suffering of women!
It took me much less to take them off (so to speak ..).
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