I have an addiction and I feel that it is a waste of some of our money. Although not much of it. Every time I go to the bathroom to take a leak, it’s standing there, right at eye level, staring back at me. I try to get through the bathroom visit without using it, but a lot of the times I can’t. What is this horrible item, you ask?
I know, it’s a disgusting habit. But I blame my grandparents. See, back when I was a kid, I used to have to lay down with my head on their lap, while they took a bobby pin and cleaned out my ears. I don’t know why, I don’t know if that’s an old time kind of thing, something they used to do back in the day. But I grew to love the feeling, sometimes I get the itch and I stick whatever I can find in there. I remember using pencils back when I was in school, hoping that I wasn’t coloring the inside of my ears. Sometimes I rub around in there with toothpicks, it’s all about scratching the itch.
Now before you get all grossed out, you see the picture of the Q-tip up there? That’s pretty much how they look when I’m done using them in my ears. I stick in there, twisting back and forth all the way to my drum (I think), OMG I’m getting a hard on thinking about it. Not really, just kidding, sorry. But I do love the feeling.
So back to the bathroom, every time I’m in there, I have to fight the urge to use one. And every time I pull it out just as clean as it went in, I think, I just wasted another one. Think my wife would notice if I started putting them back in the box?
Dean and Sam say it’s ok, but I’m pretty sure my wife would find out and kick my ass. I guess it could be worse, they could come out all nasty and gross. They could come out as dark as this Q-tip
Sorry. I don’t even know who he is, but when I googled Q-tip, a million pictures of him came up. Apparently he’s in A Tribe Called Quest. I had to add an S to Q-tip to get the proper Q-tips picture.
But like I said, I should just count myself lucky that I have clean ears. My wife just wishes my nose was always that clean.
But that’s another story…