I'm getting ready for class, cleansing myself of the filth from the day before. My sculpture-inspiring body (you've seen David? The statue? Like that, but even MORE chiseled somehow. And yes, that was a damn fine pun) has tiny rivulets of water coursing over it, removing any impurities from my form. I am at one with the water, floating in a sea of warmth and happiness.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear? A pubic hair. On the wall. At eye level no less. I panicked a little and backed up, turning around, and saw ANOTHER one. And then another.
And another
And another.
I was literally boxed in by pubic hair. It was like some sort of torture chamber designed by Jigsaw when he was first starting out, before all the killing.
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| Boom. Pubic hair. That'll teach him. Teeheehee. |
Seriously. In all honesty, how in the hell does a hair like that end up at or above eye level? Personally, I can't picture anything other than someone shaving their armpits, then jumping armpit-first into the wall. That is literally the only way I can even fathom that hair getting that high up.
Unless maybe the guy shaved...and then did a handstand...ugh. No. We aren't going there. It was armpit hair. It had to be.
Oh God I hope it was armpit hair.
(p.s. a HUGE thank you to the friend of mine that made the new banner for me. I absolutely love it.)
2 comments:
Maybe someone stuck them to the wall with the intent of freaking out the next shower user?? I'd say they succeeded! :D
hahahahaha somehow the idea of someone meticulously placing hairs on the wall is even creepier. But yeah they definitely freaked me out a bit.
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