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The story of a ruptured suit trouser

Foreword: I shall not share an actual picture to color this story. Allow my writing to capture your imagination, Dear Reader, and trust the veracity of this story through seeing the little doodle below. 

Earlier today I was looking at pics in my phone. I came across a shot from last night. Me standing in a carpark, huge smile on my face, likely from racing tunes stuck in my head from the Virtuosos concert we just attended. 

Yay! Food is ready for pickup, than on to home to eat and rest.

Only a short drive to go. Let’s do it. In the moment of excitement, I jump behind the steering wheel.

Wait! What was that sound? Why does my trouser all of the sudden feel so loose?

I reach down with a dread enrobing my entire body…

Oh no! They SPLIT! But not just any old split, with a tiny white sliver of boxers peaking through. Noooo. This is a fault line threatening to shake my entire universe in that moment and on that spot. 

White boxer showing? No! The entire dinosaur horde adorning my undies was about to be unleashed right there on B3 of the Star Vista Mall carpark. 

What do I do to save humanity from this disaster? I quickly get settled, allowing Boo’s comfy blue seats to soothe those roaring T-rexes and keeping them out of sight. At least as long as I drive. 

Home.. Quick quick. Open the door. Huh, no one in elevator….Lucky me. Lucky them! J

What just happened? I got fat? Bad tailor? Faulty material? Bad luck? Dinosaurs just wanting to get out and roam?  I shall never know the exact answer. But the moment will haunt me for many days to come….