I Hate Chapstick

Posted on March 25th, 2008 by Bags.
Categories: Life is a joke, Oh, the irony....

Last week I did laundry. Not only did I ‘do’ laundry, but I screwed up the entire freakin’ load. As I hauled the batch of my favorite clothes out of the drier, I saw that they were covered in nasty, oily dark splotches. Yup folks, I left a tube of chapstick in my pocket. It virtually exploded, coating my threads in a healthy film of terribleness.

Apparently the stains left by the demon chapstick are harder to remove than mustard, blood or the sin of murder. My favorite t-shirts and some of my only pants no longer can be worn in the public sphere without being suspect to heavy questioning and blatant ridicule.

Chapstick, I hate you. May you burn in hell.

5 comments.

Comment on March 26th, 2008.

…I left a tube of chapstick in my pocket. It virtually exploded…

virtual(a): existing in essence or effect though not in actual fact; “a virtual dependence on charity”; “a virtual revolution”; “virtual reality”

So did the chapstick actually explode?

Comment on March 26th, 2008.

;)

Comment on March 26th, 2008.

The chapstick did not, in fact, explode. It probably oozed or leaked. Thus, the explosion existed solely in my mind making it a ‘virtual’ explosion. :)

Karen
Comment on March 26th, 2008.

I’ve done that before it was bad!!! I feel your pain!!

Comment on March 26th, 2008.

Go to the store and get regular grease cutting dish soap. Rub into the grease stain and after a few times of this, the grease stain will come out. Make sure you rinse it with hot water not cold or luke warm.

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