My ex-gf was an awesome cook. Eating her cooking over a few years blew me up to where I became the Goodyear Blimp. Well with her being an ex now I have been losing weight. I have lost approximately 55 pounds. However, I threw out all my old-old clothes and since I want to lose more weight I am still wearing clothes that I wore 55 pounds ago. I flew to Philadelphia, Pa on a business trip and while walking down the steps of the plane after we landed my pants went down and I mooned Philadelphia. I found this to be incredibly funny and I could not stop laughing, but I felt like crawling into the baggage compartment and staying there.
Has anybody ever had an experience similar to this?