Nothing says "I give up!" quite like slipping on a pair of sweat pants as soon as you get home from work on a Friday. I'm definitely in for the night. Once the sweat pants are on, it's over. Not going out. Not running to the store. Not doing a damn thing other than sitting on my couch and not having a cigarette. Even though after the week I've had I would punch a baby for a smoke.
Side note: It's very difficult to take a picture of your pants with a cell phone while you're wearing them.
See Also: Belt
See Also: Belt
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