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Several months ago I bought this foofy shampoo. I mean, it had tea tree oil and herbal extracts and all kinds of hug a tree goodness in it. Unfortunately, it also smelled like Ode to the Death of Lavender in Yack Minor. Once in solution upon my skull, the yack part escalated to major.
I'm sure someone thinks this is the best smelling foofy herbal toilet paste on the planet, but for some reason it just hit me wrong. So, as I lathered up and sneezed, I thought to myself, real hard, I'm eating the cost of this brand new bottle of over priced shampoo because I don't what to experience this again. I remember thinking this, I embedded it in my brain like the unforgettable knowledge that orange juice and tooth paste is not a good idea.
I told loosecannon the new shampoo was a goner and chucked it. At some point, the nearly full perfectly good looking bottle escaped the trash and found it's way to another part of the bathroom. Whenever I see it, I throw it away again, yet still the bloody thing keeps escaping. This week has been particularly noticeable; I've sent it packing twice.
I'm writing this down because I suspect the shampoo bottle has an accomplice in it's liberation. I'm pretty sure it's not getting out on it's own. And yet, the accomplice and I never seem to get around to mentioning it to each other.
Well, now I've written it down. The bottle will not escape this time by playing us off against one another. Now, the evil shampoo will truly die!
I'm sure someone thinks this is the best smelling foofy herbal toilet paste on the planet, but for some reason it just hit me wrong. So, as I lathered up and sneezed, I thought to myself, real hard, I'm eating the cost of this brand new bottle of over priced shampoo because I don't what to experience this again. I remember thinking this, I embedded it in my brain like the unforgettable knowledge that orange juice and tooth paste is not a good idea.
I told loosecannon the new shampoo was a goner and chucked it. At some point, the nearly full perfectly good looking bottle escaped the trash and found it's way to another part of the bathroom. Whenever I see it, I throw it away again, yet still the bloody thing keeps escaping. This week has been particularly noticeable; I've sent it packing twice.
I'm writing this down because I suspect the shampoo bottle has an accomplice in it's liberation. I'm pretty sure it's not getting out on it's own. And yet, the accomplice and I never seem to get around to mentioning it to each other.
Well, now I've written it down. The bottle will not escape this time by playing us off against one another. Now, the evil shampoo will truly die!