Dear Lady in the stall next to me in the restroom at my hair salon, So sorry to (literally) hear that you were having a rough go at things this afternoon. From the sounds I heard I can only assume that you are eating a bit too much roughage and Id like to suggest that you chill the f@ck out with that. Im also saddened to (literally) hear that you are riding the cotton pony. The sound of the paper being removed from the adhesive backing is one that I unfondly recall from 8th grade when I was afraid that using a tampon would mean that I was no longer a virgin. It seems like this may not be your best day, and that saddens me. Well, at least it did until you finished your not-so-delicate business and then left the bathroom without washing your hands. Now I kinda wanna kick you in your crampy uterus. When you dont wash your hands, youre totally ruining the world for the rest of us who have to touch what you touched. I heard where those hands have been and you are seriously making me consider Michael Jackson gloving it. XOXO Patti
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 18:52:05 +0000
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