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My barbell fell into the toilet. I think that's cause enough to go up a gauge, not only because it was in the fucking toilet, but since it fell out in the first place. Six, here I come. I wonder if I can convince her to let me skip to four. Every time I go in, I don't even feel it. I'm okay with a little tearing because I don't plan on going to a 2...but then again, I didn't plan on going to a four at first. It's addictive.
So I thought it was all over. The barbell was gone, I'd get a replacement...nothing I hadn't dealt with before. But it wasn't gone. It won't flush. What am I going to do? Leave a shining barbell in a toilet I share with two other people I hardly know? Normally I wouldn't care, but I'm the RA. My higher-ups paint the job description not to include metallic genital leavings.
So I had to fish it out with my Fresh Brush. I'll have it autoclaved along with my 10 and 12.
I want to be Jenn's housewife. I would stay home all day and clean and make organic onion foods and greet her with gossip and a cider. Hahahaha.
She bought a divided hamper, but she still doesn't wash what's in it. Everything is right in the world.
So I thought it was all over. The barbell was gone, I'd get a replacement...nothing I hadn't dealt with before. But it wasn't gone. It won't flush. What am I going to do? Leave a shining barbell in a toilet I share with two other people I hardly know? Normally I wouldn't care, but I'm the RA. My higher-ups paint the job description not to include metallic genital leavings.
So I had to fish it out with my Fresh Brush. I'll have it autoclaved along with my 10 and 12.
I want to be Jenn's housewife. I would stay home all day and clean and make organic onion foods and greet her with gossip and a cider. Hahahaha.
She bought a divided hamper, but she still doesn't wash what's in it. Everything is right in the world.