You know after a long night of drinking you’ll wake up the next morning, go out, and then it hits you, that “I have to shit right this second no matter what anyone says” feeling? And you have to scramble to the closest bathroom you can find? You never know when that feeling is going to happen, you just know it will. Well I imagine that’s how it went for this guy. He didn’t know when his tits would need some air. Could be at home. Could be in the shower. Could be on a Sunday afternoon. Or it could be during rush hour in the back of a Red Line train. Nothing he can do but relent to nature and let his boobs breath. Hands are completely tied/texting on his flip phone on this one.