Just because my reflection is in those pants, doesn’t mean I can see myself in them.
You have to let the belly air out every now and then. They are called sweatpants for a reason.
Okay, I’m going back to 2009. Nothing has changed this year, and to be honest I’m quite weirded out so far.
What in the world? Who dyed this bear green and who taught it to push a shopping cart?