uh oh

I'm at work. I get here and I have to move a bunch of old stuff. Not just throw it away, but completely take inventory of utter trash. Model name, serial, company, etc. At this point, it's not that bad. Then as I look into the next shed we're about to tackle, I see mounds of PC's, old CRT monitors, printers, laptop carts and so on. I'm just like damn at this point. Knowing at least that it's not 10 million degrees outside and i'm at the brink of dehydration I felt much better. After loading our first wonderful flatbed of shat we start to make our way out of the shed and down the ramp. At this point I was thinking about something completely different than what was about to happen. As the cart rolls down the ramp I help keep the computers on it so that they dont go flying off and smash my co-workers. After it safely makes it down this 2 foot ramp I feel better about the situation. So I bend over super fast to grab this wood ramp to move to the other shed so we can take the flatbed up and scan..........then BAM!
My pants split right down the middle!! This was no ordinary split. This was like squeezing a baked potato after you get it on your plate and your ready to put some ranch on it! I was stunned and embarrassed at the same time. I felt like spongebob on the episode where he just starts spliting his pants randomly all over town. Thank god I had boxers on, or it would have bee a site for my buddies. They were really cool about it. I was the only one thinking.....damn I really need to stop eating so much! :)