Yesterday, I dropped by Krishna’s place to pay him a visit. He tried many-a-time to explain to me what Rings and Fields were. I many-a-time did not understand. I left something in your fridge, please remind me to pick it up.
I don’t know about the rest of you but the holiday pounds are my enemy. You know what I’m talking about, when your jeans get suspiciously tight after a week of pigging out and lazing around in sweatpants.
So as soon as I got to Krishna’s house I threw off my jeans and changed into one of his. Much to my delight and disappointment, his pants fit me. And everything was fantastic until I got curious and wondered if Krishna could fit into my jeans (skinny) which are pretty much tight… EVERYWHERE.
A part of me tried to reassure myself that there was no way a man could fit into them.
That part of me is always so cruel, sadistic and traitorous. (READ CHUBBY BUDDIES).
Fierce, Krishna. Fierce.
This is like the only photo that turned out because I was shaking from laughter. Mostly because Krishna is so anti-fashion.
This one is classic for those that frequent jean forums ~___^ . I kind of wanted him to try the Baby J pose, but thought that might be too stressful for a straight man.
To add insult to injury Krishna managed to utter out: