Whaaaat. Is that.
Alarmed, I sleepily strode over and picked up his contraceptive, somewhere in the back of my head wondering why he would keep them in his fanny pack. And why he even has a fanny pack.
It was then that I realized it was no condom.
It was a lens cleaning wipe.
Whoops... my bad. I think I've been watching too much Maury.
Maury can do that to you. I sometimes watch trashy daytime talk shows and become convinced that my boyfriend is impregnating random women.
ReplyDeleteBut I get it, that does look exactly like a condom. I would have been ready to cut him too.
Thanks for supporting my irrational Maury-induced fears, Allie.
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