SWAG

Started a new game this morning. Essentially you walk behind some twat wearing skinny jeans that are 6 times too small for them and count how many times they have to pull their pants up or their top down over their exposed ass.

In the walk between the subway and my school this guy pulled his pants up ELEVEN times. That is more than twice a minute. Every time he did it I cheered a little “swag!” for him behind his back.

It really has to drive you insane to constantly readjust your pants all day.

This ties in well to the intense urge I have to pants these people. When I see someones pants hanging off their ass, I have to look away lest I give in to the urge to pull their fucking pants right down.

My swag chanting game is the only thing that makes the urge tollerable.

Phat Pants Phorever.