H-LOC
H-LOC is when your hot lunch is your new best friend and your chest is its new home. It’s the worst thing that can happen to a person who smells like old socks.
He walked in with a grilled cheese on his chest. H-LOC. I didn’t know what to do with my life.
She had chicken nuggets on her chest. H-LOC. I think I saw her cry.
He looked like he’d been thrown in a microwave. H-LOC. I needed a minute to breathe.