When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!

Randy's quite a picture taking phenom himself isn't he.

So I'm a little fired up tonight about a few things. Actually just two things; Levi Strauss and Joseph Glidden. You know who Mr. Strauss is and call me a nerd for knowing who invented barb wire. The frequency that I'm going through jeans is unacceptable. You always hear about how revolutionary the copper riveted denim jean was back in the day but my current battle of "barb wire vs. trouser" where trouser never wins is leading me to believe that Levi's invention was a fraud. Today I tore out the crotch in my fourth pair of pants in as many weeks and my patience is wearing as thin as the seat of my drawers. I guess part of the problem is that there must be an unwritten rule in the agricultural realm that if there is a railroad bridge on your land it is the absolute best and proper place to anchor your fence to. Every bridge in my world has the devil's rope attached to it in one way or another and unfortunately as I have determined the proper height at which Farmer Ted chooses to install his wire coincidentally coincides w/ my crotch. My worst fear is that some day I might have the sad misfortune of losing my footing wilst crossing over one of these dreaded baricades and give a whole new meaning to bareback rodeo at which point my pants become the least of my worries. Toot's you might not get that little girl you want. Or maybe you would depending on the severity of the straddle only you would be married to her. OUCH;-} Of all these wistful thoughts I can't help but be saddend by the idea of living in the time of old Levi Strauss. Think about it, the poor sacks that bought his pants thought of them as a Godsend, I think they suck. Pre-Levi pants must of been the shits! That's what is sad, no man should of had to live his life in such an unproper pair of britches.