Don't you hate it when... 

...you walk into an empty stairwell, and think "whew! alone at last! now I can dig out that thong wedgie that's been bugging me!" only to remember a few seconds too late that the entire back wall of the stairwell is made of glass, and anyone looking out their window in the next building over just got a nice view of you picking at your ass?

anyone?



just me then.

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