The absurdity of that sentence. I’ve seen what those navy-blue joggers do to his bounce-a-quarter-off-it ass, and now I see how they hug his long legs and the muscles of his thighs. His sweatshirt is a heather-gray crewneck with i my cats in bold font across the chest, perfectly pushed up to reveal his forearms. What’s worse, he’s oblivious. He has no clue how obscene this all is.
