I get that this is an aesthetic post but I’m cackling because now I’m picturing a rugged lumberjack with a skillet and knife AND ax and LOGS… but no pants.
Where are your pants, my friend?
We can go bird watching, and fry bacon, and drink cocoa AND whiskey, and even chop these logs… but we don’t wear pants. We are the pantsless lumberjacks. The pants have ceased to be. The pants are no more.
Also? Fuck shoes.
















