H-LOC
H-LOC is when your hot lunch is stuck to your chest like a second skin. It’s what happens when you’re too lazy to eat and too dirty to care.
I took one look at his chest and said, 'H-LOC. You’re a legend.'
Her hot lunch was on her chest. H-LOC. I didn’t even need to say anything.
He looked like he’d been dipped in soup. H-LOC. I laughed until my sides hurt.