My Leg is Extra Crispy

At my office day job, my boss is too cheap to pay for much heat, so the place is always chilly.

I brought a space heater from home, and it does a great job, but only in a narrow cone underneath my desk. Pretty much my top half is freezing and my bottom half is in a blast furnace.

Anyway, if I start smelling baked chicken, I’ll know not to get hungry, but instead, be concerned about the third degree burns on my legs.

 

 

 

 

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