Today I was halfway through shaving my legs when Mom let the puppies in from the yard. I had the bathroom door open, and my new razors smell like strawberries (I don't know why). The puppies ran into the room and decided that my smelly razor was the best thing EVER, and proceded to 'help' me shave. And by help, I mean headbutt me and try to take the razor. As you can imagine, their doing this while the razor was pressed against my skin wasn't such a good idea on their part.
Long story short, I have so many little round scabs all over my right leg that it looks like I was attacked by a cheese grater. gonk
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Rantings of a Diseased Mind
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