As a kid I used hang with my best friend in just that pose reading comic books at his Dad’s Grocery store. Dude, get a grip you are 30, not 10. Pay for the magazine and go home. Your pants don’t fit. I don’t want to see your big hairy butt crack after having a nice lunch out and date day with my better half. Really, I don’t.
Pic by me with the trusty phone cam, taken at Pavilions in Monrovia minutes ago.