I play bass for a local band, this is an amusing story from my past.
We were playing a show, in typical rock star form I had my foot on my monitor while I was playing. As we progress through our set I notice that a woman has her eyes fixed on my crotch so I take a glance down to see what she is looking at... which just happened to be my junk hanging out of the fully ripped crotch of my jeans (I used to go commando when I played). At this point it's already on display no hiding it, I finish the set.
After we finish playing I go up to the bar owner and request his stapler.
After getting said stapler I go to this bars men's room take off my pants and begin to staple my pants back together, while I'm standing there naked from the waist down a biker walks in. I look up from my work and say "this is not the weirdest thing you have seen in this bathroom" he chuckles I go back to my work. He continues to stand there as I finish "repairing" my pants and put them back on... I don't want to say anything because I'm only 17 and this guy is huge and a member of a prominent 1% biker club and I know his reputation, plus this is his clubs home bar. I think it is worth noting the bathroom in question was approximately 4'x6' with a sink and a toilet.
I was able to figure out when my pants ripped, it was while we were unloading and setting up right before we played.
From that moment on I could do no wrong at this bar, all the bikers loved me and the owner treated me like one of them.
We were playing a show, in typical rock star form I had my foot on my monitor while I was playing. As we progress through our set I notice that a woman has her eyes fixed on my crotch so I take a glance down to see what she is looking at... which just happened to be my junk hanging out of the fully ripped crotch of my jeans (I used to go commando when I played). At this point it's already on display no hiding it, I finish the set.
After we finish playing I go up to the bar owner and request his stapler.
After getting said stapler I go to this bars men's room take off my pants and begin to staple my pants back together, while I'm standing there naked from the waist down a biker walks in. I look up from my work and say "this is not the weirdest thing you have seen in this bathroom" he chuckles I go back to my work. He continues to stand there as I finish "repairing" my pants and put them back on... I don't want to say anything because I'm only 17 and this guy is huge and a member of a prominent 1% biker club and I know his reputation, plus this is his clubs home bar. I think it is worth noting the bathroom in question was approximately 4'x6' with a sink and a toilet.
I was able to figure out when my pants ripped, it was while we were unloading and setting up right before we played.
From that moment on I could do no wrong at this bar, all the bikers loved me and the owner treated me like one of them.
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