Scissor Sisters!
Filed under: Eros - March 11, 2008 @ 1:00 pm
The Belle: Do you have a razor so I can shave my legs?
Me: Here - I haven’t used this one.
The Belle: We’ve rubbed our pussies together - I’m hardly worried about some skin cells from your razor.
Me: Good point.
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March 11th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
That makes my tummy hurt in a good way.
March 12th, 2008 at 5:04 pm
I am selectively squeamish. I cannot eat or drink after or share things like razors or toothbrushes with anyone - regardless of how many other bodily fluids (or whatever else) we have swapped. I don’t even want anyone else using my comb or hair brush - GROSS! Weird how that works.
March 13th, 2008 at 6:45 am
Well I guess I won’t be asking to use your toothbrush when I come visit you next month.
March 13th, 2008 at 11:52 am
Ha. I could care less - toothbrushes, hairbrushes, deodorant, razors, whatever - I’m not squeamish.
But I won’t share gum. Something about a person’s teeth having mashed it all up squecks me out.