2001-01-18 - 23:53:55

Diaryland is an evil bitch. I had a new entry ready to go. Instead, now I have to give you this tragic tale of loves lost and wars waged.

In my senior year of high school, I went to the Winter Formal dance. It was a dance with a Western theme. Here's where the story gets good. When I arrived at the dance with my friend Elopa, I was wearing a fully Western outfit. A cowboy hat, a denim jacket, cowboy boots, and a belt buckle. The belt buckle wasn't holding up any ordinary jeans, though. You see, I had purchased some buttless chaps for the evening. My ass cheeks were shining brighter than a baby in grease, under the disco ball. Then the police showed up. You can imagine my terror when they threatened to take me to jail in buttless chaps. It is quite possible that my exposed ass never would have survived it, so I told the police I would go home. Thank God they let me go. Don't ever wear buttless chaps to a high school dance. I don't care how Western they tell you it is.

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