You are pure evil. I went in against my better judgement because I knew I couldn't afford the clothes (And I've railed against them previously ;). But I need some workout pants - and there you were. Hey - did you know that you only go up to size 12? Huh. Guess you do. Fat chicks don't want to run or workout or do yoga anyways, right? (Though - just a thought here - maybe they would if you made them some nice clothes, mmmm?). Anyhow. I tried the things on. And dammit if they didn't make my ass look better than it has in years and likely ever will again. You people are evil. Evil. (and possibly geniuses). I'm a little fragile right now and apparently a good-looking ass is all it takes for me to drop almost 100$ on workout pants in a store whose body size politics (and also chic now-ness) kinda piss me off.
Then there's the small issue of the bag. You put my pants in a reusable bag that says things like "Friends are more important than money" (which is really good to hear, because I spent all my fucking money on your Pants and my Ass), or "The pursuit of happiness is the source of all unhappiness," or "Do at least one thing each day that you're afraid of." I'm sorry Lu Lu. You make great Pants. Really. You do. They even deserve that capital letter I have them back there. For real.
But - shhhhhhhhhhhhh - don't talk.
P.S. Also - could you expand yoursizes so I can feel a bit less guilty when I go buy my next pair?
P.P.S. You are Evil. Evil. Evil. (and also bum geniuses).