Trousers. The debagging.
Hebtroco Founder No.6
The bastards stuffed a load of Yorkshire tea bags in the pockets. Urrghhhh. I think there’s a stray northerner somewhere round these parts I can pass them on to.
Mighty, mighty fine moleskin. I reckon these are chainsaw safe.
Enough drop in the gusset that my ballbag doesnt rub. A key concern.
I see what they mean by “slim fit” now. It doesn’t mean: “crowbar me in, cut me out”, it means there’s not acres of spare cloth flapping about everywhere. Yet I can squat or touch* my toes and blood supply remains unaffected.
*I’ve never been able to touch my toes, but I can make a fist of it with grunting noises
I think there’s an anti-change-falling-down-by-the-handbrake-flap in the left hand pocket. Sinisterly* there isn’t one in the right hand pocket.
*bdum tish
I’m going to like these I think.
Full hipster points for the cover letter as well 🙂
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