Okay, I am somewhat known as a cheap ass. I can't help it. It's odd in that I am really cheap but will then waste my money on dumb little things. Anyways I decided after losing my other gym training clothes set, and working out in the other ones for months on end that I wanted some new training clothes.
So I decided to fetch my club brother Jean Claude who lives beside me and drag him from store to store shopping for gym clothes. Well first I went to a mall a couple blocks away. After a quick stop at the GNC to see all the over priced bullshit the supplement companies are peddling. I mean seriously, for the prices they charge you can get a decent cycle of the real shit that has actually been proven to work. Someday someone needs to reign in on that bullshit.
Alright, where the fuck was I. Okay honestly I just made an excuse to go to the mall so I could check out GNC. It sucks but occasionally you can get some sweat deals on protein powder on clearance. A couple of months back I got two 6 lbs. tubs of ON Vanilla Ice Cream flavored protein powder for 12 dollars. I think they usually go for 70-80 a piece. Sure they were getting ready to expire but that ain't no big deal. I just dusted off the last one about 2 weeks ago. No such luck this time. So I made my way out and skipped checking out any of the sporting apparel shops. No way I am paying bullshit prices for clothes I will be sweating all over and probably covering in blood and fecal matter at some point too.
So for some odd reason we decided to go to the thrift store. Now I might be cheap, but damn those places depress me. Just shopping through the place I see so much shit that I wonder why the fuck did people think others would want this stuff. I mean I saw used underwear for sale. Sorry but spend the extra 5 dollars and buy some fresh pairs. Don't have 5 dollars to spare? Then your ass should be out applying for a job instead of being at the thrift store. I quickly said to hell with this and made my way to the walmart.
Now here is the money. Cheap but new! It just so happened that they had some shorts and shirts made by fruit of the loom on clearance. I am a haines man myself, they make the arms of their shirts tighter which is good when you have big arms you want to show off. If you don't have big arms you want to show off then stop reading this and get your ass to the gym then the buffet. But I am a cheap ass and they were on sale so I went for it. The I bought one black shirt and one green shirt, they felt nice and soft but sturdy which is good. Now the shorts proved to be a sort of problem. I only wanted black shorts but the only sizes they had were mid 50 waist bands. Now I am not some small dude but that is way over even 10 sizes too big... but the cheapness in my head convinced me that since they had a draw string it would be okay.
So I get home and put those beasts on and lo and behold I have to tighten the strings so much that they touch the damn floor and I am 6 foot fucking 3. My cheapness bites me in the ass again. So what they are ridiculously too big, they will work.
And work they did, up until today. You see when you pay 3 dollars for a pair of shorts there is usually a reason. So as I tightened them up today I felt a snap and realized I broke the draw string. Now the drawstring was not in one piece but actually two pieces that were sewn to the middle of the back. So after letting out a few curse words I decided to yank out the other string and slip knotted them together. So there I am fishing a damn drawstring through a pair of 3 dollar shorts for about 30 minutes all to avoid spending another 3 dollars on another pair of shorts...
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