That moment when you wish you had done laundry instead of watching 7 episodes of Brooklyn 99 on DVR last night, because now all you have left are these two socks.

So you put them on and hope that none of your 3 tutoring clients this afternoon insist that you take off your boots before entering their apartment, which is a weird thing to hope because all 3 of them ALWAYS DO.

Damnit, Andy Samberg. Why must you be so addictively and Jewily handsome?