H-LOC
H-LOC is when your hot lunch is your new tattoo and your chest is your new canvas. It’s for people who’d rather look like a mess than be clean.
He walked in with a pizza on his chest. H-LOC. I said, 'That’s a masterpiece.'
She had a burger on her chest. H-LOC. I laughed so hard I snorted.
He looked like he’d been dipped in lasagna. H-LOC. I didn’t know what to do with my life.