So, there I am, riding my motorcycle to work on this chilly overcast morning, still full from last night’s turkey feast. Speeding along a nearly deserted Interstate 8, my upper torso is suddenly smacked with huge blast of wind chill. In the “What the …!!” moment that followed, I look down and find my jacket completely open, flapping like a bird. The zipper popped.
Please, no eating jokes, it’s way too easy.
by Nick
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