This is the uncomfortable laugh of a girl whose pants are entirely too far up her crotch.
And the knowing smirk of boyfriend jeans even-in-summer rebellion.
So which would you prefer? In a season where, as my friend so eloquently put it, "there is more cottage cheese on the streets than in the supermarket" (great visual right) what are you gonna do?
One hand. suffocate the poor thing
Other hand? revel in the breeziness of drop crotch comfort
I know what I'm gonna do...