It happened so suddenly that we almost thought we imagined the snug-fitting, brightly-colored, tapered-legged ensemble. The usually dapper Chuck so confidently strolled into his apartment wearing the onesie as if it was a Armani suit. But our eyes didn’t deceive us; it was a real thing, you guys.
So many questions: Was Chuck drunk while sportswear shopping? Did he lose a bet? Did someone steal his clothes at the gym? Why didn’t Nate say something? And why are we still slightly turned on by it?
Since we’ll probably never get the answers to our questions, we’ve decided to just embrace this rare moment in Chuck’s sartorial history with a memorialization of the outfit in question. We call it:
Ode to Red Track Suit: The GIF Edition
Source: You Had Me Until Troll