Mr. I Wear Sweatpants at the Bar Guy

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Real Men of Genius…

Today we salute you…Mr. I wear sweatpants at the bar guy…

(Mr. I wear sweatpants at the bar guy!)

Giving no thought to how it may appear, you walk the streets of Margaret and Clinton going from bar to bar, in an outfit more suited for a Saturday morning watching cartoons….
When you were 9 years old

(Almost time for DarkWing Duck!)

Dress shirts, Pressed Khakis, and a pair of loafers? Not for you…Instead, you settle on impressing women with the beer stains on your grey bottoms that stretch for miles…

(No ironing for me yeah!)

Dancing with no one in particular, you impress women of all shapes and sizes with your patented hip thrusts and finger points.

(He thrusts to Tiffany!)

Is that a mouse in your pants? I just can’t tell…because you have sweatpants on and there is just too much room…

(Hiding my vicious package!)

So crack open an ice cold brewski oh “Captain of the Cotton”. Because while others have to dress for the Saturday morning pickup game, all you have to do is roll out of bed…

(Mr. I wear sweatpants at the bar guy)

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