Welcome to "Things In His House That Make Me Sad," a regular series from the blog Shmitten Kitten that we'll be featuring on The Frisky, about the stuff seen in so many guys' apartments that just make you shake your head and sigh.
When I asked him for a Q-tip, he said, "Sorry, babe. I don't have any." Frankly, a bathroom without Q-tips is a bathroom I don't wanna be in. I have needs that can only be met with a firm stick with cotton tightly wound on both sides. I have eyeliner to correct. I have mascara smeared under my eyebrow I have to wipe away. I have an itch in my ear THAT NEEDS TO BE SCRATCHED.
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