Yeah, but it's a DRY heat...

Not.

I was just in the elevator.
Remember I was talking about that black underwear deal?
Yeah, like that.

Damn, I was counting this morning, and my recent spill has left me with an unheard of FIVE new scars.
For fuck's sakes.
As my big sister said, "You think you might be old enough to quit collecting those?"
And as the Wee Irish Fella said, "Jeez, do you HATE your hands, or what??"

I used to think everyone lived like this.

Raj