Today at work I was given a choice: either work cash or take out the trash. Me, obviously, being the social bug I am, I chose the latter. I disarmed boxes and made a bundle and shit. I took out the trash (it was -12 degrees) and I thought everything was normal. I put my fingers on my chest pointing out and then I jokingly said "Oh, my, it's nippy out there!" with a British accent.
What I didn't know, is that stuff had gotten nippy in my shirt. IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING. My nipples were pointy as shit for the rest of my shift, and I couldn't do anything but try to ignore it.
Baaaaaaah.
Anyways.
I'm home, ready to try and not fuck my life up again.
Later!
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