Egg

It was 79° inside my house this morning. I left the house at 9:58 A.M. to go for a jog. The drive to the park was fresh. I drove with the windows rolled down, enjoying every bit of moderately cool wind I could get.

I wore a sweater and sweats for maximum sweat extraction. As I jogged, the internal temperature rose. Sweat excreted out of my pores and into my eyes and under boob.

After 45 minutes I stopped and headed for the car. I began disrobing and was left with a yellow tank top and grey pair of shorts. I sat in the car, put the A.C. on full blast and at that moment couldn’t help but feel like a hard boiled egg.

Anthony Jauregui, 22

Bamphony

Half Bad Ass Half Phony

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