And me without my nipple ring…

It’s a terrible feeling, to look into the employee restroom mirror and discover that you’ve been smuggling a couple of raisins in your bra, unknowingly saluting passers-by, for who-knows-how-long-but-probably-the-whole-damn-morning-since-penguins-are-now-camping-out-in-your-office-it’s-so-friggin-cold-in-there.

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