Perhaps it's my fault for wearing a v-neck undershirt coupled with a v-neck sweater revealing my u-joint (where my two collar bones meet; the top of my sternum just below my Adam's apple. The bone sort of makes a "u"). The u-joint is where the v meets the skin in this file photo:
I just had a conversation in the hallway with (name withheld). She wouldn't stop staring at my u-joint, like she'd never seen one. Jerk.
Being objectified is awesome like an airbag on a bicycle.
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That first paragraph contained more V's than the opening monologue of "V for Vendetta".
Read up on Ernest Shackleton, because that's going to be us this weekend.
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