If you've never been fortunate enough to tear a hole in your favorite pants; the most comfortable pair you have, the ones that look good, the pants that you've been wearing to perfection for the last 8yrs ( I know that sounds vain, you all know where I'm coming from), I suggest you try it half way in to your work day. It makes time stand still...and if you work in a professional environment, not a place such as mine "where I could probably get away with tighty whities and a mega-death shirt", you would probably get a lot of people staring at the gaping hole in yer crotch. Not a fan, just not a fan. After snagging my junk on a particularly sharp piece of metal [don't fret, I've always said that if I were hung like a porn star, and acted like a porn star I'd be in porn, that's not the case] after snaggin' on this hunk of pant ripping metal, I calmly entered my cubicle and checked for damage, the twig and berries are fine. Being angered by such an inanimate object, and eventually calming myself I decide to think half-full rather than half-empty. Divergent thinking is tough enough for little kids much less grown adults that don't particuarly care for it, but I gave it a shot and wouldn't you know it.....everytme I wear these pants " I have a build in cup holder now" In the summer I'll be able to cool the boys off with an ice cold can/bottle of beer, in the winter get a hot cup of coffee and warm'em up.
My point is, I have a gaping hole in my favorite fuckin' pants and that just sucks!