Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Detective Work

I got into the shower at 5:40am. First thing I noticed: the shower head setting was strong enough to propel the Titanic. I thought the jet power was going to peel the skin off of my back. Second thing I noticed: my shampoo did not smell like whispering acai berry. It smelled like Old Spice. Third: there was a P carved into my bar of soap. Four: there were Harry Potter spells written in the steam on the shower door. Five: there was a pair of dirty tighty whities on my bath rug. Thankfully I am a very skilled detective, although I'm fairly certain a chihuahua could have figured this out. Paul used my shower last night. For the last time.

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