Shirtless...ness...ocity

Without a proper preface this story is not nearly as hilarious as it was within context. In fact, don't get your hopes up because even with a preface it won't seem that funny.
Preface:
1. My friend Alec is an exceedingly warm person (both metaphorically and literally), so when we are in a study pod he insists upon turning the thermostat down below 60 degrees Fahrenheit.

2. I am not an exceedingly warm person (physically) and I like things warm.

3. It would appear that all hormones from that hellishly awkward phase known as puberty were distributed towards my height leaving me with embarrassing lack of chest hair. (I think I might have one... maybe)

So, those are the underlying facts that define this story of uncontrollable laughter.

After being reminded by Charlie Worsham (the performer at BYX Island party on Thursday, October 10th) that it was indeed a school night and I did indeed have homework in desperate need of completion, my friends and I headed back to Milton Daniel from the commons. The group consisted of myself, Alec, my girlfriend Michaela, and some other girl I don't know. We all grabbed our books and laptops and took our places in one of the many study lounges on Milton Daniel's third floor. Alec, as usual, turned the temperature of the room down to some ungodly level and the three of us began negotiating a temperature compromise. In the middle of negotiations Alec had to take a phone call. As he stepped out of the room, I slyly turned the dial to a modest temperature of 66 degrees. When he came back in, he instantly noted the change in temperature and promptly reversed my actions. We then realized that we were starving, so we headed to Chick-Fil-A for some brain food. When we returned the room was at a perfect 72 degrees. Alec, in typical exaggerative form raised the temperature to 99 degrees, stating: "If we're going to raise the temperature, we're going to raise it all the way!"
We all began laughing as Alec sat down, conveying no intention to go back on his statement. In preparation for the ensuing sauna I began unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt. Someone, obviously encouraging my manifest sexiness, began playing "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes," and in turn I unbuttoned more buttons revealing the pasty hairless glory that is my chest. My girlfriend instantly blushed and fled the room and we quickly lost control of our laughter. Many chest hair jokes were made, and Alec joined the pseudo-stripping. I quickly began crying and ended up on the floor somehow.
Although this fit of laughter and humor was ridiculous and distracting from our studies, we were relaxed by it and we bonded over it. We still make inside jokes about the incident! The reason I believe it was so funny was the exaggeration upon exaggeration that created a sort-of "Where will it end" feeling.