I'm the least flexible person in the world. I have to stretch almost every day or my muscles get all short and knotty and sore. Before agreeing to head out to eat, I made Grant endure my weird morning stretching routine. Here's the move I call "old man smoking in Chinatown squat."
Hahaha. There was a stall at the mall that sold nothing but stretchy pants with stitching printed on them to make them look like REAL pants with REAL pockets! Hahahahahaha. OMG, hahahahaha.
