I did not gain wisdom from this experience.
So, I was eating a microwaved bean burrito today. I was also curled up in a recliner at the time, and reading a book, and wearing a lowcut tank top. Some combination of all these factors led to me accidentally dropping A REALLY HOT BEAN down my cleavage. I repeat, my CLEAVAGE.
"Haha," you may say, "How quaint. How utterly idiotic."
I felt the scalding piece of legume tumble down between my breasts, yelped, and began to leap about and swing my arms and clutch at my bosom in an alarming manner. Luckily, my parents are used to observing such behavior from me.
And the damn thing burned me. Actually burned me!
The bean left a large, bean-shaped red welt on my chest, about three or so inches below my clavicle (so luckily not in the cleavage itself, but right above). WTF, man, WTF.
This kind of stuff is not supposed to happen in the world. Kids starving in Africa, yeah, war in foreign countries, yeah, global warming... but being attacked by a rogue spitting burrito was not something I ever expected from life. Being BURNED by a PINTO BEAN was not something I ever expected from life.
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"Haha," you may say, "How quaint. How utterly idiotic."
I felt the scalding piece of legume tumble down between my breasts, yelped, and began to leap about and swing my arms and clutch at my bosom in an alarming manner. Luckily, my parents are used to observing such behavior from me.
And the damn thing burned me. Actually burned me!
The bean left a large, bean-shaped red welt on my chest, about three or so inches below my clavicle (so luckily not in the cleavage itself, but right above). WTF, man, WTF.
This kind of stuff is not supposed to happen in the world. Kids starving in Africa, yeah, war in foreign countries, yeah, global warming... but being attacked by a rogue spitting burrito was not something I ever expected from life. Being BURNED by a PINTO BEAN was not something I ever expected from life.
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