Designer Jeans

They were like two strutting roosters amidst the comfy chairs and the high traffic carpeting. He was meant to entertain them, charm them and secure their money. Something went wrong. (Testosterone) “What are you looking at?” he asked with a mouthful of vinegar. “Nothing, just your designer jeans,” smirked the intended victim. “I’m not wearing ‘designer jeans‘,” he protested. They weren’t Levi’s, nor were they Wrangler, but he believed they made him look rugged. They sure looked to be designer to me.

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