Last year, I bought a pair of Tripp jeans. They're black, with purple thread. Let me see if I can find them...<br>Nope. Can't. But, they're the street pants...And not the big ones that make you look like a blob with chains attached to it.<br><br>Anyhow. I can't wear them to school, because I really don't want detention. So my mom asked to borrow them. No, I don't have an issue with my mother taking my clothes. I didn't know if they'd fit her. So she wears them with her Mad Hatter shirt and my black Converse [which still have weird things on them since the concert back in December...], and wears them to her -college- classes today.<br>o.o;<br><br>Whoa. Wait. What?<br>This is my mother. Wearing pants with chains on them. She's still wearing them.<br>Why?<br>"They're cute! Can I have them?!"<br><br><br>I love my mother. xD
"I am carrying all my hatred and contempt for power, its laws, its authority, its society, and I have no room for guilt or fear of punishment."-Diego Rios
Semper Fi.
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Semper Fi.