When I was a kid, I was told to beware of clothes irons because they are hot.
But one day, curiosity got the better of me, and I touched the damn thing to see if it was hot. Hurt like hell, still have the scar to this day. But I don’t touch hot surfaces anymore.
Look I understand, I really do.
When I was a kid, I was told to beware of clothes irons because they are hot.
But one day, curiosity got the better of me, and I touched the damn thing to see if it was hot. Hurt like hell, still have the scar to this day. But I don’t touch hot surfaces anymore.
Go on Argentina, touch the iron :)