Ripping

There are a pair of Timm's pants that have a lot of holes in them. I mean a LOT of holes. I keep trying to get rid of them and he uses the "They're my work pants" excuse. He thinks if he only wears them to tinker on bikes he can keep them. Well, in the past few days I have seen him wear them out of the house twice. This is his official warning..... When I get my hands on them, they are toast. This will be fun!