Never marry a nymphomaniac, or else this will happen to your pants:
Actually that's not quite true. But I asked my wife for an introduction for this blog entry, and that's what she jokingly suggested I write.
I've noticed that from time to time I get crotch-wear in my pants, which tells me when it's certainly time to get rid of a pair. Maybe it's all the sitting I do in an office all day long. Maybe I just buy cheap pants. Maybe both. In any case, once you know you're ready to get rid of them, you might as well have fun ripping them off of you, literally. Charities like Goodwill won't take clothes with holes anyway. What you see in the photo hear are pants ripped to the point where you can see the front and back simultaneously. (So in case you first looked at that photo and thought I had an enormous ass, you were wrong.)
I've blogged about clothing here before, and some of my next blog entries will probably be about the topic too. It is indeed a commonly huge source of clutter. You'd be surprised how long some people can hold on to an article of clothing. Especially if it still fits and is still in one piece. I remember having a white Opus shirt from 6th grade all the way into college. I had a trig teacher who often wore a pair of plaid pants he said he had since he was in high school. Then again, teachers have never been known as hip dressers. You can't exactly hit the most fashionable stores on a small salary.
