It seems like sloppy bastards are a thing that happens to most people, and yet no one talks about it. I’d like to talk about it.
It seems like sloppy bastards are a thing that happens to most people, and yet no one talks about it. I’d like to talk about it.
My wife does. It’s rough in a one-toilet apartment some months.
Oh jesus, between this reason and the fact that my husband’s guts are a legit mixing ground for chemical warfare, our marriage would not survive a one bathroom household.