"oh look! your cork!"
(or various other comments with sick connotations involving "corks" fitting into -boiling tube- "holes") has almost become a ritual at bio spa nowadays.
this is what happens when you sit with 3 boys.
im not denying that ill miss all of them though, when this year slips away from us and we all end up in different continents/ countries/ land masses. how am i supposed to laugh at their nice shiny bald heads when im not in town! ):