Birddogs pants are super comfortable…. but may ruin your life
Every day, I pass a homeless man outside the bagel place on 8th avenue.
One day, I brought him a pair of Birddogs pants and an everything bagel with low-fat scallion shmear, toasted. Birddogs are the only pants I’ve ever needed: super comfortable.
I learned Sal’s story—from working for Jamba Juice before they caught him clipping his toenails in the ladies’ bathroom to the miniature golf course he torched in Boise for insurance payouts.
I submitted an application on his behalf for a job at a hardware store. When I told him he’d been selected for an interview at a hardware store, his eyes grew moist and he proudly donned his Birddogs pants.
Birddogs pants aren’t just the answer to helping homeless people find jobs; they’re great for golf, lounging, and riding bicycles. Heck, until last week, I would have told you that Birddogs pants unequivocally improve your life.
Sal had his interview. Thanks to his Birddogs, he got the job.
On his third day, he was stocking shelves when he spotted a shoplifter leaving the store. Sal chased him down, encountering no resistance or chafing from his pants, and tackled the man to the sidewalk. He then pulled the thief’s arm behind his back and snapped his radial bone.
Sal was hailed as a hero and promoted to manager… on his third day!
With his newfound income, Sal fixed his disgusting toes and started working out. But he always stuck with the Birddogs I’d given him. They were his lucky pants.
In fact, since the day I gave Sal his Birddogs, the only time I’ve seen him not wearing them was in my bedroom. They were draped over the armchair when I walked in on Sal having mutual oral sex with my wife.
So, I’m single now.
But I’m wearing my Birddogs pants in all my pictures on my dating app profile, and I routinely receive compliments from the women I match with. I have a date with Joanna from Hempstead tonight, and I couldn’t be more excited! It looks like she has great skin.
As for Sal? No hard feelings. You know what they say: one man’s trash (my wife) is another man’s treasure.
