Please. Don't even get me started on people that wear sweatpants in public anywhere outside the gym. Whether you're the fat bastard Santoro, or one of these football rejects that couldn't make it past high school football walking around like you're in your 3rd trimester, it says one of three things: you care nothing about your appearance, nothing without elastic fits you, or you've given up on life so you may as well off yourself already.


La madre degli idioti e' sempre incinta.