He's gotta knock that shit off. I'm sorry, but his fingers don't need a makeshift slanket. What is he? An angsty art student? A nervous poet? Because those are the two biggest sleeve abusers out there.
I will never take a guy seriously who burrows into his sleeves like his hands are shy groundhogs. Are they afraid to see their shadow? His arms look like two kids rolling around in a tight sleeping bag.
It's not even cold in here, so I have no idea why his hands need their own personal turtleneck sweater. I wish he'd just leave his sleeves alone like a big boy.
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With a conscious effort (primarily because I hate developing holes in the sleeve cuffs of my favorite hoodies and sweaters), I have managed to get better about avoiding this in recent years. But the reason that I generally do it is because my fingers are prone to getting icily cold if I'm in a slightly chilly environment. Maybe I've got poor circulation? I'm pretty sure that wearing gloves all the time would be a bonerkiller. I would have to imagine that having the icy cold fingers of the grim reaper probably qualifies as a bonerkiller as well though. I think I'm screwed here. Bummer.
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