Do you guys iron your clothes naked? Cause I do. Well, not full body naked, just boobs part naked.
And as much as I’d like to pretend my life is interesting and cool, this is not a spice up your marriage thing, it’s because I’m a lazy fuck.
I usually wait until the last minute before going out, to check my clothes for creases and most of the time they’re squashed like my dreams to become an “Animal Planet” explorer (just like Jeff Corwin).
So I take my clothes off and start ironing right away, because who the hell has time to put on different clothes.
My iron is one of those electrical ingenuities that has survived through three generations and it’s barely alive. She makes reptilian sounds, the little red light blinks whenever it feels like it and the water keeps dripping like it just had an orgasm….So you got the main idea, this is not a safe iron.
Every time I’m ironing my clothes naked, there is a 60% change it’s going to blow up in my face or burn my boobs. I wonder what the ER people are going to make out of all this.
– Damn, how did you get these chest wounds?
– Oh, I was ironing naked!
Fashiony part: This here is the classic tie up your shirt outfit. I have no idea what’s going on, but I bought this top from an online bulgarian store and it was from ICHI again.
I love the lazy, effortless feel of this sweater, it’s extremely versatile. You may already recognize the Zara shirt from my thrifty video and the shorts are from “My tiara”.