That thing.

Where you’re at a going away party for a coworker at a bar and there’s a cute guy who looks exactly like Josh Charles and you make eye contact a few times before you’re convinced there’s a scab hanging out of your nostril.

Notes

  1. gatsbylives said: Oh man. I hate that thing.
  2. liquiddiamonds said: All. The. Time.
  3. frageelay said: Tear that mother out, toss it over your shoulder and go introduce yourself.
  4. yodelmachine said: There is.
  5. lindstifa posted this