I did not get rid of Turkey or my foot, just the pants. Turkey is the dog by the way. So probably in about 2007 or so i worked for a different company. one day they had us help stain shelves for the fancy new library. Well, a shelf fell and exploded all over my pants and they gave me money to buy a new pair. They were just Gap capri pants but i loved them so i got the same thing. This is them today. I dont know why i still have them because they don't fit AND I have snazzy coveralls that are my paint outfit/work on the house uniform. To get rid of these I actually put them in the trash and then poured the bacon grease onto them. You know, instead of pouring it down the drain to cause disasters in the future.
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