It was that the One True Spence was searching for his sweatpants. Lo, did He look high, and low, and they were nowhere to be found. It was only when He tripped upon them, lying in the middle of the living room floor, was His search over. Donning their comfy greatness, He asked of Himself “The fuck are these doing here?” And He had no answer for Himself. Praise be to Spence.