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I don't know what the purpose of these soup cans are on the stairs. I'm thinking maybe we're going off the grid, and my husband is making a soup can phone. Or maybe, he can't remember where the trash can is. I'm going with that option. Shame Nation Citizen
That's a lovely pair of undies you have. But why are they on the end table? Were you butt-buffing the table? Dragging your bare ass across the floor? I really don't understand why a random pair of underwear is on the table under any circumstance. SHOW THE RECIEPTS ON YOUR FAVORITE SLOBS: crackwisemag@gmail.com Shame Nation Citizen
Bravo. You were able to place the protective inner seal on the outside of the lid. But why? Throw. It. Away. Unless you're using this foil to block the aliens from reading your mind. Even so, throw it away! Shame Nation Citizen
Two things to note here. One: pre-laundry these socks are together. When one makes the inevitable escape? Who knows. Two: a balled-up sock is going to get washed just like that. Help me a little, would ya? Oh, and there's a "three": The steps aren't a laundry basket! Shame Nation Citizen
This brand new roll of paper towels is so taunting. Whomever placed this new roll here obviously knew the old roll was empty. Why not replace it? Do we have to wait until a certain time to unwrap the new roll? Or perhaps the person was going to replace the roll but had to poop or something? Shame Nation Citizen
Apparently, when I'm away at work the trash likes to gather in the foyer and have a party. Little do these bags realize that the front door to the trashcan is just a few steps away. Wondering if the husband realizes that simple fact...
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There's a lot going on here. Tools. Boxes. Prescriptions. I've seen this on Dateline NBC. Or documentaries about serial killers. So, I might be living with Ted Bundy, or a slob. At least all this crap is in one area. An area that happens to be the pathway to the kitchen.
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My husband left these water bottle caps by the coffee maker. Does he want me to wash them? Is he saving these as nipple covers? Or is he most likely too lazy to take the 5 steps to the trash can to throw these away? Or maybe a fairy needs to sip some water and these are for her. Sigh.
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My husband needed some extra strength cream for his dry hands. I gave this to him. But why is he keeping his cream on the kitchen table? Is it for his hands, or is this a strange condiment that I've not heard of?
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I want to praise the person who felt so kind as to try to find this glove's partner. But I'm just getting some creepy OJ vibes. Wouldn't you just leave the glove on the ground and assume it was used in a crime, and then run while you still could?
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My husband walked by this coffee filter several times, but is apparently blind. Or waiting for me to pick it up, which I did. But maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Perhaps this filter was trying to escape its fate and was on its way out the door when I caught it. Or, my husband is a slob. Or hanging with a Mennonite.
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