Two minutes and four seconds doesn’t sound like a very long time. Even if you’re enduring something horrible, like getting your teeth cleaned or watching Donald Trump speak, you know that if you only have to endure it for 2:04, you’re gonna be ok. I’m here to tell you it is too long to take if you’re watching a drunk man trying to put his sweater on only his sweater is pants. Too long by far.
I think this video is supposed to be funny, but I could not laugh. I could only stare in awe as my chest compressed from proximal claustrophobia. Maybe you’ll fare better. Maybe you won’t be overcome with existential dread coupled with the words “please don’t let them be Polish, dear God I think they’re Polish” echoing through your head. I hope the next 2:04 are better for you than they were for me.
This could obviously happen to anybody. Once. Maybe twice. Three times I could even understand if you were really drunk enough. But I lost count at how many times he mummified his face in crotch seam. Dogged determination is one thing but dude, take a minute to reevaluate your situation! Regroup, take a few deep breaths, and come at this from a different angle. Even Sisyphus would have taken a break and considered dynamiting that rock to smithereens by this point. I thought it was gonna happen there for a second and I got so excited when he pulled them off and held them in front of his face, but nah.
And I wish a pox upon whoever filmed this. How dare you!? How dare you build all that tension and offer no release?! At a minimum, he could have giggled. But no, we are offered only 2:04 of angry words, a filthy room and suffocating man who will be trying to put his pants on his head on a perpetual loop in my head for all eternity.