That awkward moment when you show up for your day job and think you’re at your night job.
It’s kind of like how supermarkets package their meat in saran wrap so you can see what you’re buying. Not saying I’d buy this even if it were a manager’s special with reduced pricing, I”m just saying it’s like that.
Because nothing proves how classy you are like sporting those undies.
Ummmm, why is the bunny telling me to “shhh”? Are we about to enter into a horror movie right now? I wanna go home.