Yep, that's right, going right towards seeing Bob's big belly broken out in rashy, ingrown-hair, hives from an amateur waxing gone awry. What's up, ouch!
Oh, except for Bob (who apparently wears hospital clothes when he's just lounging around and kicking it). I asked him what's up with the shirt and he told me it was because his chest hurt. So I asked him, "So Bob, why does your chest hurt?" He goes, "Oh, because my mom's friend is a beautician who's trying to get her license." So I'm like, "What does that have to do with your chest hurting?" And Bob proceeds to tell me "Well, my mom told me that before her friend can pass her test, she's going to need to practice waxing things..." I suddenly saw where this story was going...
