Our gracious and hygienically concerned suite mate Elena bought a hair-stopped for the shower drain because apparently shit was backin' up. Anyway, it was with the newly installed hair stopper that HOV ventured in to duh shower, and with a hair stopped full of HOV's weave that I ventured into said shower. I'v got 99 problems and HOVs hair in the drain is one (her barfy unicorns are another, but that is neither here nor there). SO I go HOV an I'm all "whats this?" with my hand poised on hip, finger in the air, lips pouting and a look in my eyes that says "mhmh girl, not today."So i drag her to the bathroom and she's all "i have a problem with losing hair" and I'm all "shut up and clean" and she's like "no, seriously look how thin it is..." but like, WHO CARES JUST GET RID OF IT. Oh wait though, dear readers, She doesn't want to touch it. You know, because hair is gross. Anyway, check out the PICS of her comically using an entire roll of TP to dispose of this mess. (unfortunately there is no picture of THE COMB). Also, just to keep track, this resulted in 2 pipettes (you heard that BOVICE). Luckily, we were already in a bathroom.
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