The night after I watched Michael Ginsberg of Madmen cut off his own nipple and present it to Peggy in a jewelry box, because the humming of the office's new IBM computer drove him insane, the very next morning, I was pushed to the brink of sanity by a chirping noise in our kitchen . . . but luckily my wife and I found the source before I had to slice off any body parts . . . the basement fire alarm needed new batteries.
2 comments:
I assume your dense coat of body hair renders your nipples impervious to standard household cutlery.
they actually protrude beyond me chest hair, which is dangerous when i'm trying to tame it with my beard trimmer.
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