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[fistfulabomstik]

Oh bath mat, how you've changed over the years. Use to be that I looked upon you with respect and reverence. Used to be that you were a stalwart, steadfast defender from the slippages of the wet foot on tile floor. Used to be that you were always ready to accept my soles with fluffy comfort, the shock and shrinking chill of the rest of the bathroom

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[itsokihadsubway]

It never would've worked out. The reasons why are clear now, and it's for the best that you've called that sham of a relationship out for what it really was. I hope bath mat enjoys the wetness of men who don't mind getting each other's sloppy seconds.

[fistfulabomstik]

I should launder the poor thing. It keeps creeping closer to behind the toilet in shame. I really hate to see a good towel suffer.

[a_special_b0y]

Gray towel bath mat is the pale malnourished Ethiopian bastard brother of big fluffy warm Italian bath mat. Check his lineage.

[fistfulabomstik]

How can the Ethiopian bastard be brothers with an Italian? Wouldn't at least one of them have to be at least half of both?

[a_special_b0y]

Mom was a biiiig slut.

[fistfulabomstik]

I suppose the household is just as culpable for a bath mat's upbringing as anything else. Given the chance to succeed, or dry properly, it could become great at anything it does. Course is mom is a big slut you really can't be surprised the thing turned out to be just a dirty wet bastard.