So remember that time I was all like, my boyfriend really needs a new toothbrush because he’s using a fuzzy ball of bacteria to clean his teeth but doesn’t seem to care? (Reference: Lesson #3)
Well.
Guess who shows up at my door this past weekend complaining about a toothache?
Yeah.
SHOCKING.
So, naturally, I berated him with I told you so’s - and - I only nag because I love you’s – and - Stop complaining and rub my back’s – and whatnot. But I also took the situation into my own hands. I’m a woman of action, you see.
When he left my place, I noticed the infamous toothbrush sitting on my bathroom counter. I almost said something and then realized the incredible opportunity that fate had presented me – and I shut my mouth.
Dear readers. I present to you: THE TOOTHBRUSH OF HORROR.
How is this even KIND OF OKAY? To be honest, I’m actually a little disgusted that I’ve even put my mouth on the mouth of someone who has been putting this in their mouth.
Now here is where I need your help. Now that I’ve managed to break this cycle of horror — what should I do with the toothbrush?
Be as creative as possible. We’re teaching valuable life lessons here, ladies.
S.
