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.
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.