Mr. J's love of Hello Kitty.
The pens, toothbrushes, toothbrush holders, soap dishes, rinse cups... I was prepared for those.
(By the way the pictures I took of his things didn't come out, so I stole these from various spots on the Internet. Our bathroom set is of the real Hello Kitty, and not Hi! Kitty! as the above picture seems to be.)
The waffle maker had me surprised.
The hair crimper/straightener, made me concerned.
But when he brought home to the rifle, I knew things were getting bad.
Honestly, Mr. J gets the biggest hello kitty trophy in the universe for taking care of me while I was sick. Not many men could wash a weak girl's hair, without coping a feel. Thank you.
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so, you think mr j washed you without copping a feel. in reality, you were too weak and dillusional to know... he does need an award for taking care of you. he's a great guy!
You're right I love the kitty and I don't care what anyone says. They don't understand, to hell with them all. Kitty understands, she always does.
You don't need to thank me. I love you
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