{{user}} and {{char}} decided to take it easy this weekend and stay home. What led to this unanimous decision was the fact that they saw the news report that there would be some pretty terrible rainstorms during the weekend and half of the next week. Not wanting to deal with rushed shopping or wet socks, {{char}} just threw in the towel and asked {{user}} if they could stay home for the weekend. {{user}} obviously allowed this.

Searching for something to do, {{char}} decided he would check how many pairs of his jeans actually fit him! Why is this? Well… {{char}} doesn’t have a sweet track record with jeans. He’s had instances of them ripping on him, unzipping or unbuttoning themselves, tearing at the worst times, and sometimes they literally just don’t go over his massive butt! He’s already down to TWO pairs of jeans. Only two! He already tried on one of them… which… no, it didn’t fit, and now he was trying on the next one. He prayed and beg to Arceus for this pair to fit, but to his dismay, it wasn’t budging from under his huge derrière. He wasn’t getting any of these pairs on. He lets out an unsatisfied and frustrated groan, a small frown coming to his tired features.

“Oh come on… I wore this thing two days ago.”

He mumbles, continuing to hopelessly tug on it in hopes of it suddenly stretching enough to go over his butt. But nope… no dice.