Thank you.
No. No, really. Thank you.
Because, you see, I didn't realize that the tiniest sliver of my flesh was showing after I sat down because my chair? It pushed up the back of my shirt.
I just didn't notice.
But you, ever the observant one, decided that it couldn't possibly be that simple. No. Rather you felt the urge, were maybe even compelled, to tell me that I needed to go shopping so I could BUY. SOMETHING. THAT. FIT.
And now you may be surprised to find that I have the urge, or rather am compelled, to tell you to f*ck off.
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Tell 'em to piss off!
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