I’m not wearing pants.
I’m wearing a football kit so I have no pockets.
Fridge, how is it that you manage to wear those civvy jeans and jackets on your arms and legs only?
A pick, 83 kr, and Keyes.
[COLOR=‘Black’]Miranda Keyes
The one ring - oh wait, I shoulda given you three guesses - damn! :retard:
I am genuinely curious as to what kind of stuff lying on the ground you find worthy to collect. Could you give some examples, please?
I do that too, mostly money and odd rocks.
Keys, white out, screwdriver, wallet, knife, pencil, printer cartridge, top half of a ketchup packet, tie, psp, tape, and a half-eaten cookie.
String, or nothing!
Jesus Fucking Christ, just how fucking big are your pockets?
My car and home keys, a zippo, a pack of cigarette, spare change, a zune with my Sennheiser CX300II headphones, a pack of gum and my billfold.
Keys which consist of key to parents house, car, family apartment in Salt Lake City and remote lock to car which lacks a battery. All connected to a lanyard and carabiner.
Cellphone
ZuneHD
Wallet with about $10, Driver’s License, Debit Card, Student ID and Hunting/Fishing License.
Maybe he’s got a lot of them. Like cargo pants.
At work, I have multiple things in my pockets (iPod, keys, cell phone, change, keycard, wallet). At home, I take all that crap out because I hate having things in my pockets.
ATM, Nothing.
On a Normal work day I usually have, in my pockets
My Cell Phone
My Wallet
Anywhere from $.20 to $1.78 in change
My Keys (Mom’s place, dads place, garage, Locker, Bike lock alongside my Discount-keyring-tab, Souvenir fob advertising The Maverick at Cedar Point, and my Graduating year Fob)
My notepad w/pen (never know when I might need a bit of Memory aid)
A half-dozen crumpled-up Receipts
and, on occasion, my name-badge for work.
Forward-left: pen, mechanical pencil
Forward-right: 2GB flash drive, keys (lincoln, apartment, mailbox, mom’s house, “&” fob)
Rear-left: wallet (license, cards, cash, fortune-cookie fortunes, propaganda)
Rear-right: coins
Left-thigh: 4-LED head lamp
Right-thigh: empty
A NEW CAR!!!
It wouldn’t be a Toy Yoda, would it?
I feel something in my pocket, but I’m too scared to look
I searched my front pockets, and felt something warm, and smooth, and soft… I wondered what it was, so I pulled out my pocket, only to find that the inside was ripped open far enough to put my whole hand through it.
My iPhone.