My roommate, at age 32, just got his first pair of contacts. I came home last night to find him in the bathroom screaming at his eye as he was unable to remove them. My lady friend had to give him a physical demonstration of the removal technique. Woke up this morning to a half an hour of watching the poor bastard try to get the second one in.
You haven't truly lived until you've seen a grown-ass man in a towel screaming at his finger at 8 in the morning.
More guitar pop from Jason Faulkner. Not much else to say about it.
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