When I was young, my grandparents still had their milk delivered. In BAGS! What?

Duuuuuuude.

Kneeception.

Base layer of long johns or tights. Otherwise, you'd be peeling them off your knees all day.

Yep, it's the diaper-wearing-astronaut scorned lover story we all need.

Moral of the story: keep the nuclear football far from Trump's… let's say tongue.