That was one hell of a fart.
No it wasn't. I lied. Last night I carried a car battery from here to there and didn't notice I'd got acid on my jeans. Today at Uni I wondered idly how I'd torn them. By the time Java Programming finished, the tiny tears had grown to little tears and one hole. Now my jeans have 8 large holes and a large number of discolourations and broken threads. I whacked Sodium Bicarbonate all over them to stop the rot, but they're past it as far as Good Jeans go.
I suppose I should buy new ones. Bugger.