Eww.
At some point today, I sat on a piece of chocolate. Obviously, since my ass is so damn hot, it melted. I didn't realize this until 8pm or so in my kitchen when, for reasons which will remain mysterious, my hand encountered the seat of my pants.
Is that GUM? was my first thought. In quick succession were, How long was I walking around with this smeared on my ass?! and Who did I walk in front of today? Anyone important and/or cute?
I immediately took off my pants and found that it was not gum, but chocolate. Which was worse. Because really, if you see someone walking around with chocolate on their ass what is your mind going to wander to? Exactly. Poo.
In order to avoid any further embarrassments, I vow to always check the seat before I sit down and to not leave work without looking at my ass in the mirror.
Is that GUM? was my first thought. In quick succession were, How long was I walking around with this smeared on my ass?! and Who did I walk in front of today? Anyone important and/or cute?
I immediately took off my pants and found that it was not gum, but chocolate. Which was worse. Because really, if you see someone walking around with chocolate on their ass what is your mind going to wander to? Exactly. Poo.
In order to avoid any further embarrassments, I vow to always check the seat before I sit down and to not leave work without looking at my ass in the mirror.