Let's pretend that this thing we already do when we're out of bread and too lazy to get more is really classy and clever.

Oh did you squeeze some bottles of concentrate into those big ol' jugs with your own two hands?

Ugh, walking is for poor people! Can't I take my rickshaw through?

The slow food movement has now officially gone too far.

What did you expect? Noble, heroic deeds from morning until night?

Everyone knows it's hard to get up off the couch for a snack when you're wearing a snuggie. It drags and trips and falls off. Now the snacks are right at your fingertips! Bonus extra large pocket full of BBQ sauce!

You're industrious enough to rig up a complicated drinking apparatus, but too lazy to close the curtains to cut down on screen glare? Amateur.