Okay, seeing as everyone keeps asking WHY the hell I had a toothbrush AND paste in my handbag whilst on a night out, I’ve decided to explain it once and for all. A lot of people are assuming it’s so I’m ‘fully prepared’ to ‘pick up’ with fresh breath [ah, no!] or even more prepared [not to mention presumptious!] for ‘the morning after’ [ah, no!], and many are simply calling me a weirdo.
I have a toothbrush and toothpaste in my handbag AT ALL TIMES. Why? Very simply, in case I don’t have time to brush my teeth when I leave home in the mornings. Quite often I grab a coffee and run out the door and quite often I have my breakfast at work, so… I clean my teeth at work. I used to clean them at home, then get into work, have another coffee and/or breakfast and go, ergh, I need to brush my teeth again!
So, it is in there at all times… and seeing as Chris was so surprised by this, and seeing as I was drunk, I thought it’d be funny to whip it out and brush my teeth on the street [which I did, spitting in the gutter an' all - classy bird that I is! - much to the confusion of onlookers!]. What I didn’t think would be funny was for Chris to plaster said images on the blog…
For this, he will be sporting a fine set of dentures soon…
Colgate Ging
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Ging, good try at covering your ass. Do you carry a spare set of ‘work clothes’ with you for the ‘walk of shame’.
I liked the toothbrush picture, and enjoyed that part of the blog. But I would hold out any future footy and piss nights on him until he removes the coffee picture. Soon he’ll be taking absolutely lovely and charming photos of you kicking his arse at tennis. Then you can call things even. Dentures won’t work because he’d probably thank you for it. Just because he likes looking abnormal in all his pics (thai blog and profile pic) doesn’t mean the rest of us should have to.
Chris, _______
Gazza, mein gott, who’s side are you on?! Even if I was ‘that kind of girl’ [ahem!], I could hardly fit a whole outfit in me handbag now could I?! Though I did once have a skirt that folded up into about 5cm, but let’s not go there!!!
Speaking of ‘walks of shame’ though [a true humility test, yes!] my friend in Melbourne recently mastered it. Night-before clothes, unruly hair, smudged make-up, the usual, EXCEPT, she’d replaced the ’sex on heels’ [stilletos!] with, oh yes, it is still wintery down there - UGGIES! Sheer class or what?! But it gets ‘cuter’ - her ‘beau’ felt so bad for her he walked her home… does that make it a Stalk of Shame?!
Jen, I knowwwwwwww! I made him take down ‘the kebab’ shot - I mean, come on, that’s just below the belt! Kebab joints aren’t exactly known for their ‘photogenic lighting’ and if it’s the time of night/morning when you’re actually having a kebab, there should be an unspoken courtesy that automatically disallows such cruel acts…
So yes, revenge will be sweet, but for now, as above, ‘I’m still not talking to him!’
Still, No Regrets Ging - I am who I am!
And I shall come to you for brushing hints for those dentures since you’re obviously an expert!