Oh boy, I just found my new favorite summertime pants™. You gotta get baggy joggers. All you weirdos getting skinny joggers are missing the point of leisure wear. You get these Lemaire jogging trousers and wear them a little sagged and a little baggy. Then you waltz into the expensive design-your-own-salad place and impress the girl who always wears stuff from, like, Acne and whose salads she designs always look really appetizing. She’ll be wondering why the guy who stares at her salads is wearing pajama pants on a Tuesday afternoon and is somehow more confident today despite the fact that he looks as dumb as he did the day he thought he could pull off a fucking shawl.
