October 04, 2007

After four years of bandaids and oh-ever-so-intense shivers whenever someone touched my nipples, my nipple ring finally ate its way through several layers of human tissue to gain its freedom. The first act upon gaining its liberty was to seek the comfort of my left pant pocket, after which it escaped to a sidewalk and disappeared forever while I was rummaging through old receipts.

You win this one, nipple ring.