I've run out of pants to wear.
Buttons have burst, or there are holes, or the pants have become too small (I like chocolate croissants, what can I say).
So now I'm just walking around in my boxers.
Outside, inside, I don't care. I'm in my boxers.
That's how it's going to be.
Yes, it's cold.
Yes, people will talk.
But let's be honest my ass looks great.