And all of those people came to the county fair.

Come on now, we know those pants need to be at least three sizes larger to be fitting of that logo.

Say what you will, I've always admired the practices of the denim hunters of the Eastern Village. They make use of every single part of a pair of pants after they've hunted them down and killed them for sustenance. It's good for the environment and less wasteful!

In the nether realm between life and death, both ill-fitting jeans and ill-suited cutoffs live simultaneously. Indeed, a terrifying domain.

I see how it is, trick all but the observant into thinking that you're wearing real pants when you're in your PJ's all day. Clever, very clever...

I mean, I love picnics, but I just hate getting my food and things next to that gross earth that I'm picnic-ing on. MY SOLUTION HAS ARRIVED.