A rock and roll lifestyle and its effects on laundry
I was washing some shirts today. One had mascara on it from an accident at Jumping Jacks. I kind of bumped * into a woman who shall remain nameless. She smeared mascara on my shirt in the process said collision. She didn't smear it on my neck as I first thought though.
* To the untrained eye it may have looked like more like I snogged her. This is not the case. Neither was it the case that she was so ugly that I should have known better despite the fact that I was so drunk I could barely stand.
I found another shirt that was smeared with lipstick. The lady involved who I will also not name* is not ugly in fact quite the reverse. She does has the sexiest butt known to man**.
* Although in this case I could.
** Or at least to this man.
Guess what, the mascara is still there, despite being sprayed with a shed load of vanish. The lipstick, well that came right off.
What this has to do with a rock and roll lifestyle I dont know, as I have normal and quite mundane lifestyle.
* To the untrained eye it may have looked like more like I snogged her. This is not the case. Neither was it the case that she was so ugly that I should have known better despite the fact that I was so drunk I could barely stand.
I found another shirt that was smeared with lipstick. The lady involved who I will also not name* is not ugly in fact quite the reverse. She does has the sexiest butt known to man**.
* Although in this case I could.
** Or at least to this man.
Guess what, the mascara is still there, despite being sprayed with a shed load of vanish. The lipstick, well that came right off.
What this has to do with a rock and roll lifestyle I dont know, as I have normal and quite mundane lifestyle.