After watching Birdman, which is weirdly disorienting and redemptive, I heard this conversation between two old men outside the Broadway theater:
#1 I'm always cold. I bought this electrical wrap for my middle that keeps me really warm, but my nipples still get cold.
#2 You need nipple warmers. Maybe made of felt.
#1 I don't know, but it's really annoying.
#2 I used to get rock tit when I was young.
#1 I have cold nipples now. I have to go home.