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Gross.
So, yesterday I made mushroom stroganoff. As I'm cutting the onion, I hit my finger. Staunched bleeding, applied band-aid.
Wake up this morning, no band-aid. Where did it go? I wasn't too worried -- when you go to bed with them, they tend to come off.
I'm here at work, it's 1pm, I get an itch in the center of my back. Reach behind and scratch...
.. it's the band-aid. It managed to stay on out of bed, through a shower and until now.
Blech.
There isn't any hair attached to it... but there is glitter. Fuckin faeries.
So, yesterday I made mushroom stroganoff. As I'm cutting the onion, I hit my finger. Staunched bleeding, applied band-aid.
Wake up this morning, no band-aid. Where did it go? I wasn't too worried -- when you go to bed with them, they tend to come off.
I'm here at work, it's 1pm, I get an itch in the center of my back. Reach behind and scratch...
.. it's the band-aid. It managed to stay on out of bed, through a shower and until now.
Blech.
There isn't any hair attached to it... but there is glitter. Fuckin faeries.
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