The other morning I heard a smash and a groan come from my bathroom - Jared dropped my bottle of Coco Mademoiselle on its head and luckily only smashed the lid off. So it didn't work with all the parts tenuously mashed about it. Last night I hear Jared fiddling in the bathroom, and then coughing and spitting. He "fixed" it, by removing all the pieces and then tried it, spraying it all over himself. It was weird, it was like sleeping with me last night, it gave me the willies. I don't know if I can wear it anymore..
1 comment:
Well I fixed it didn't I?
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