I got off my motorcycle in my ass-less chaps, walked up to the ATM machine and typed in my PIN number to find out that my account was my account. Yay redundanc

I got off my motorcycle in my ass-less chaps, walked up to the ATM machine and typed in my PIN number to find out that my account was my account. Yay redundancy! (I'm just having a little fun at your expense of saying PIN number in the title.)