Quote:
Originally Posted by Mortis
I was in a mall years ago with my father and a younger cousin who thought he was gangsta and wore the crotch of his jeans down around his knees. While we were shopping my father was kidding my cousin saying that if he didn't pull up his pants my father would.
So we are at the mall for a couple of hours and my father decides to make good on his promise, he sees my cousin looking at more crotch dragging jeans and quietly walks up behind him and lifts my cousin off his feet pulling the pants up, unfortunately my cousin was behind my father and was laughing at the look of utter disbelief on the kids face who seconds ago had his jeans forcefully pulled up. Luckily my father is a rather big fellow who would stare down a grizzly, while praying it wouldn't attack and being ready to run like hell. The young fellow who's pants were so unceremoniously yanked up around his ears just backed away and decided the best course would be to let it go, my father was actually quite apologetic about the whole thing.
Now when ever I see one of these kids I want to help pull their pants up as well  I don't actually do it, sheesh that could be dangerous  |
I wish I could find the old
Mad Magazine cartoon about why grandsons and grandfathers got along so well. It depicted a young man with his pants hanging below his underwear walking with an older gent whose pants were pulled up just below his chest; both merrily oblivious to what others had to say about them. But this will have to do in it's place:
