The Fat Skinny Clothes Swap

I know i'm a slob now, but at one point in my life I dressed fantastically. I remember freshman year of college everyone (like 4 people) would say to me how great I looked. They used to say that I was asian, and somehow dressing nice was in my blood. I didn't deny it.

Paul's going to look like me now.

About two or three years ago, whenever I met paul, I was actually still pretty skinny. Paul was this big fat little dumply freshman kid who dressed in oversized hip hop clothes. I was a not-as-fat asian kid who's wardrobe consisted mostly of shit from banana republic.

I tried fitting into my GQ clothes this last week. Nothing fit. I looked like a ten year old who was still trying to fit into his pajamas from when he was six. But I wanna wear them! I like superman!

So now I'm a fatass. Paul, on the other hand, has lost a decent amount of weight. I was organizing my closet for my big move to New York, trying to sort out all my clothes and I just started throwing all the clothes that didn't fit me anymore to Paul. Paul put it on, everything fits perfectly. He now owns 42 articles of clothing from my closet and drawers.

I also found this kung-fu shirt which god knows why I ever owned. For shits and giggles, Paul put it on and started to karate chops things for no reason. While going through my warddrobe, I stumbled across a pair of pants, again, god knows why I ever owned. They were a pair of light blue pants from Gap. The label said Karate Pants, by GAP.

So Paul put that on. And he kicked.



When we finally stopped laughing at his shenanigans, He told me he's going to organize all his shit and give it to me, since none of his things fit him anymore (for the opposite reasons as mine).

So the next time you see us walking down the street, you best make sure you identify us properly before you come up. You might be confused.

Yay clothes swapping.

How gay and girly of us.