Sometimes I'm too lazy to make my own breakfast. So I go get food. The thing is, if I'm too lazy to make my own breakfast you can pretty much guarantee that I'm too lazy to put on real pants, too. When I roll up wearing sweats from head to toe I let my mind wander and hope that all the people that see me don't think I'm a totally disgusting slob.
Maybe I'm an athlete.
That's who sweatshirts and sweatpants were invented for in the first place, right? Actually, I have no idea. But let's get real. The McDonalds bag in my hand is probably a dead giveaway that I'm not an athlete. Then again...
Did anyone else notice that at the end their motto was 'food folks & fun'? Folks are not a draw to a restaurant. wtf