A belt well broken…

~Monday~  Getting dressed this morning, I put on my belt as I normally do.

I brushed my teeth, gelled and combed my hair, and after putting on my tennis shoes, I noticed that my shirt was sticking out down by my waist, looking like I had forgotten to buckle my belt.

“WTF?” I thought. “I know I buckled my belt.”

Lifting up my shirt I found out that I was right, but somehow being right this time didn’t really make me happy.

It was still buckled:

Belt ripped apart, with it still buckled.

I hate it when that happens.

Close-up of the belt.

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