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bufbiker
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Since I began experimenting with the peps I have added about an inch all the way around all my body parts; arms included.
When I have to poop in a port-o-potty I always take me shirt off because I don't want it touching anything in there. So yesterday morning I take my poop, put my shirt on but my arms got caught in the sleeves. So here I am in the port-o- potty, my arms are stuck behind me, caught in the sleeves and my pants are still around my ankles. Thank God I had wiped my butt. So I turn around backwards, feel for the door release, and come hopping out of the potty with my pants tripping me with each step, my balance is off because my arms are pinned behind me and every guy on the different crews rolling on the ground laughing; the costa ricans are taking side bets as to how long it will take me to get loose and are urging everyone not to help me.
One of my partners has to come pull my shirt off, I bend over pull my pants up and when I button the rivet on top of the jeans igt pops off. Then I bend over to pick up the rivet and the crotch rips out of my pants.
I ran around all day long with my belt and nothing else holding my pants up, and my crotch wanting to flap in the breeze.
All of this because my arms are pushing 22" now, and we won't even discuss my waist line and legs.
I need bigger shirts that fit but don't hang down to my knees to fit me in the shoulders and arms!:unno:
When I have to poop in a port-o-potty I always take me shirt off because I don't want it touching anything in there. So yesterday morning I take my poop, put my shirt on but my arms got caught in the sleeves. So here I am in the port-o- potty, my arms are stuck behind me, caught in the sleeves and my pants are still around my ankles. Thank God I had wiped my butt. So I turn around backwards, feel for the door release, and come hopping out of the potty with my pants tripping me with each step, my balance is off because my arms are pinned behind me and every guy on the different crews rolling on the ground laughing; the costa ricans are taking side bets as to how long it will take me to get loose and are urging everyone not to help me.
One of my partners has to come pull my shirt off, I bend over pull my pants up and when I button the rivet on top of the jeans igt pops off. Then I bend over to pick up the rivet and the crotch rips out of my pants.
I ran around all day long with my belt and nothing else holding my pants up, and my crotch wanting to flap in the breeze.
All of this because my arms are pushing 22" now, and we won't even discuss my waist line and legs.
I need bigger shirts that fit but don't hang down to my knees to fit me in the shoulders and arms!:unno:
