Yesterday, I biked over to my uncle's house to help my little cousin paint her room.
It took the whole day, but we were messing around a little bit and slapping paint on each other. I spent the whole day with a white hand print on my boob. I met my aunt and uncle, and the whole of my family with the offending marked breast. I also biked 2 miles down a busy public street with it.
But no one said a word.
If I had known I could get away with such an obviously awkward situation by not pointing it out, I would totally do it more often.
Hell yes.
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