the TRUTH about zippers
Interesting Story:
There was a guy named Billy Bob Joe. Other interpretations of the story include the name Ian, but we won't go into how that came about.
On a somewhat bright Monday morning, Billy went to do up his jacket. And i'm not talking the good kind of "do-up" either. On this particular morning, Billy's zipper decided to get caught in the fabric on the outside of the zipper. I don't know if anyone reading this can explain to me how this happens. But it did. and so a fight ensued, first verbal, with the zipper saying some things he probably shouldn't have....then Billy called him a "good for nothing zipper"...(the zipper doesn't like being called a zipper), and so the zipper got in a huff and decided to dig more into the cloth, at oh, let's say the exact same time that Billy is pulling up on the intertwining teeth of the metalic jaws of life, so to speak. So if you can picture a penguin having coffee with a panda, ur on the right track. And so one thing led to another....UNTIL!!!!!!!
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billy pretended to grab another jacket ready for a switch so the zipper let his grip go a little bit on a fabric and Billy YANKED on the zipper SO hard, flinging his own head against the wall, making a loud, rather dull 'thud', the zipper popped open and thus was thus. Unfortunately, by popped open i do mean popped open. Kind of like the jaws got ripped apart. Yea, i know. It's like the death of the zipper, an A & E special. What a tragedy.
But, i am happy to report that the zipper is safely put back in its place. The garbage. And billy now has a fully working, open flapped, no zippered jacket. Who he calls Bob. I dont know why he does this. Do you?
There was a guy named Billy Bob Joe. Other interpretations of the story include the name Ian, but we won't go into how that came about.
On a somewhat bright Monday morning, Billy went to do up his jacket. And i'm not talking the good kind of "do-up" either. On this particular morning, Billy's zipper decided to get caught in the fabric on the outside of the zipper. I don't know if anyone reading this can explain to me how this happens. But it did. and so a fight ensued, first verbal, with the zipper saying some things he probably shouldn't have....then Billy called him a "good for nothing zipper"...(the zipper doesn't like being called a zipper), and so the zipper got in a huff and decided to dig more into the cloth, at oh, let's say the exact same time that Billy is pulling up on the intertwining teeth of the metalic jaws of life, so to speak. So if you can picture a penguin having coffee with a panda, ur on the right track. And so one thing led to another....UNTIL!!!!!!!
...
billy pretended to grab another jacket ready for a switch so the zipper let his grip go a little bit on a fabric and Billy YANKED on the zipper SO hard, flinging his own head against the wall, making a loud, rather dull 'thud', the zipper popped open and thus was thus. Unfortunately, by popped open i do mean popped open. Kind of like the jaws got ripped apart. Yea, i know. It's like the death of the zipper, an A & E special. What a tragedy.
But, i am happy to report that the zipper is safely put back in its place. The garbage. And billy now has a fully working, open flapped, no zippered jacket. Who he calls Bob. I dont know why he does this. Do you?
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