Chocolate Rehab

Have you ever gotten scared that a new mole has just appeared on your chest, and you run into the bathroom to investigate the possible catastrophe in the mirror, and with panic running through your veins, rub your hands over the infected area (that you're sure is sun damage/skin cancer from that time on that boat when you didn't want to wear sunscreen because you wanted to be tan, even though you know you're half Irish, and let's be honest, a tan is just a joke, and you just burned to a crisp - I mean, really, really burned) only to find that it's a speck of chocolate?

Ya.

Me neither.