I’m going to state the obvious here, these motherfuckers look exactly like the pairs of sweatpants we write about daily. You probably thought they were, right? You don’t have to lie, I sit in a fucking cubicle all day, looking at overpriced, “avant-garde” clothing and then writing about it at a so called “internship.” And even I thought they were nut-caressing sweatpants. But no, they are in fact considered real pants. Linen-cotton-blend pants, to be exact. They're absolutely perfect for that Cape Cod WASPfest of a party that your mom invited you to and said, “No sweatpants this time Jimmy.” Then, you show up at the party rocking these gifts from God and you’re absolutely BEAMING.
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