No Thank You.

M: this is the most hilarious thing I've seen all day:

Image: Refinery 29

A: I. No. What?

M: RIGHT.

A: WHAT THE WHAT.

M: I want to talk to that guy.

A: HIS PANTS.

M: AND THE BACKPACK!

A: AND HIS PANTS.

M: The blazer really ties it all together.

A: HIS PANTTTTTTSSSSSSS.

A: AND THE BACKPACK.

M: He's so sullen.

A: HIS PANTS. I'M BROKEN.

M: I don't even know what to do with you right now. How is this condition treated?

A: WHY AM I YELLING.

M: Liberal application of Daniel Craig? Art therapy? Interpretive dance?

A: HIS PANTS ARE BUNCHY.

M: I think they are Missoni Hammer Pants. Can't touch this INDEED.

A: WHAT THE WHAT THE WAHHHHH.

M: I DON'T KNOW OKAY.

A: I'll just be over here rocking in the corner. Drinking gin.

M: Hey, need a poncho?

image: Sartorialist

A: I hate you.

M: Nighty night!