Thanks for the Macaroni And Cheese Soap grandma. I see you’ve been grocery shopping on Etsy again. That explains the various craft items in the fridge. I also noticed that you parked in the above-ground pool again. You were right, that was a sudden rain storm that was over as soon as it began. I’ll just take your keys now.
Because of you I can’t eat my macaroni in the tub anymore. I keep putting the soap in my mouth and washing my junk with the cheesy Kraft stuff.
We’ve all been there. You get out of the shower and you wipe your face on your towel and for some reason it smells like butt. Eh, probably nothing. Just keep wiping. A few hours go by and you find a small constellation of hemorrhoids forming on your lower lip. Now you got butt-crud all over your face. All because someone else used your towel as dental floss for their crack.
Nothing is worse than moldy bread. It means no toast for you today. You can either throw it out or just let it grow into nice thick green slices and take notes like a scientist. Then you can throw it out for the birds to eat and be a scientist all over again when those birds trip balls for a few hours. Good times. My lawn was like a living flapping nightmare that day.
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Just try and get clean using these bars of hairy soap. It’s always nasty to reach for the soap and find somebody else’s pubes. Just imagine reaching for