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Look! I'm super ******* clean! I stepped into the falling water and inched my way toward total submersion. It was steaming hot and my skin had yet to acclimate. Upon said acclimation I lathered up a palmful of smell-good gel and got to work on my armpits and my torso. I washed my way down to my belly button and then I retrieved another handful of body wash. As I worked it into my hair then my beard, and I used the excess suds to scrub my **** and my nuts. From there I covered my thighs and worked down my legs. I turned away from the showerhead and scrubbed my ******* clean with one more dollop of Old Spice. I stepped into the burning streams of water and rid myself of the day's sweat and grime in one big, dark puddle swirling down the drain. I took one more dab of soap and worked it into a foam. But I hesitated before I washed my face, because I realized that I had just *scrubbed my ******* with the same hands I use to *wash my ******* face** with.* But I then sighed and did it anyway.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Cleaning Contradiction
Look! I'm super ******* clean! I stepped into the falling water and inched my way toward total submersion. It was steaming hot and my skin had yet to acclimate. Upon said acclimation I lathered up a palmful of smell-good gel and got to work on my armpits and my torso. I washed my way down to my belly button and then I retrieved another handful of body wash. As I worked it into my hair then my beard, and I used the excess suds to scrub my **** and my nuts. From there I covered my thighs and worked down my legs. I turned away from the showerhead and scrubbed my ******* clean with one more dollop of Old Spice. I stepped into the burning streams of water and rid myself of the day's sweat and grime in one big, dark puddle swirling down the drain. I took one more dab of soap and worked it into a foam. But I hesitated before I washed my face, because I realized that I had just *scrubbed my ******* with the same hands I use to *wash my ******* face** with.* But I then sighed and did it anyway.
Listerineyedrops
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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