Bryce discovered that our web girl (me) once had a dehabilitating phobia of belly buttons. The sight of them could make me hurl. High school was a bloody nightmare, once that one got let out the bag.
Big mistake telling Mr Casey.
He wasn't afraid to whip his one out:
What would it cost ya, to lick my belly button?
Real appropriate work chat right here. I oughta send the sick puppy to HR.
Let's move on from belly buttons. Anyone got a weirder phobia? Come at me.