Ok, we all have embarassing moments that get us nicknames that we`d rather forget, or they give a really bad impression. Well, just call me the Stripper. This story happened almost a week ago. My Grandma and I decided to go to the mall. Normally I don't spend the night at her house so she spoiled me. She took me to my most favoritest store, HOT TOPIC, and bought me the belt that I was to poor to afford to buy myself, it looks like a seat belt, in case you were wondering. After we left the mall I wanted to put my belt on, so being the special person that I am, I tried to put on in the car, not a good idea. I ended up getting my seltbelt caught in my belt loops because it went through with the belt. Now I didn't realize this til we got to Big Boy. When we got there I unhooked my seatbelt and tried to get out. No such luck, I was stuck, sorry, I had to do it, couldn't help it. I couldn't get my belt to go back through the belt loops because the adjuster thingy was too big for the loops. My Grandma tried to help but she made it worse, I told her to let me be, I'd get it. I had to take my pants off in the middle of the parking lot, good thing I still had my bathing suit on. My Grandma was like "people are gunna think you're stripping." Hence the my new nickname. Stripper.
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