I was inches away from death this morning. All because of a little piece of invisible plastic lurking in the shower. Somebody who will name nameless right now decided it would be a good idea to shave and then leave the clear top floating around the bathtub like a rattle snake waiting to strike its next victim. Although i would have preferred the snake, at least this way I would have been warned!
I took that first step towards cleanliness and crunch under my foot goes the cap and a quick slip headfirst into the bathroom wall/tile. I couldn’t tell if I had a concussion or if i was still just super tired. So I decided I’d wait until the blood washed away and go get something to eat. Right then I stepped on yet another joyous present left by somebody. The lovely covering of a razor. Another death trap from the invisible zone of the white bathtub.
Now i don’t wanna blame anybody ………….monkey…………… but somebody has had fun shaving the past couple of days. I’ll smack that little gay Hogan stash right off your furry face! Five band aids man. Uncool.
okay first off, shaving is not fun. and second, maybe monkey can’t reach the bottom of the tub to pick up what he drops, or maybe he just can’t stand you anymore and wants you dead!!!
oh lover’s quarrels…
GET A ROOM…or rather, KEEP IT IN THE BATHROOM!
sheesh