How about that moment when your thumb falls overboard and gets a dip in your old food? I’m not talking about opening a dated melted chocolate bar and getting a lick of delicious cocoa, but that unfortunate touch of your own poo skid on your thumb.
It feels like it takes a million extra wipes after your thumb gets inked, due to the anxious panic to wash that shit off. And after your initial mission is complete… insert new dilemma:
Can I pull my pants up without using my thumb, or do I need to shimmy to the sink for the scrub of the century?Read More »