Take a nap
How do I love thee, WetNaps? Let me count the ways.
I love how you allow me to engage in wanton activity with a rack of baby back wings or a basket of buffalo wings without any consequence afterward.
I love how, when I rub you on my face, I get a sense of chemical cleanliness that neither soap nor lysol could ever accomplish.
I love the security you afford me in day-to-day life. Accidentally touch a bum? WetNap.
I love how you allow me to engage in wanton activity with a rack of baby back wings or a basket of buffalo wings without any consequence afterward.
I love how, when I rub you on my face, I get a sense of chemical cleanliness that neither soap nor lysol could ever accomplish.
I love the security you afford me in day-to-day life. Accidentally touch a bum? WetNap.
"ma'am"
5 Comments:
I do not often comment, but I feel as though I must because I share your deep love for wetnaps. I have approximately 20 of them in my purse right now.
I feel that among the list of things of things to love about wetnaps should be the delicious lemony scent of them.
~Alyson~
HEHE!! Wetnaps! HEHE!!
I saw Mike Mullane on Jon Stewart. He was all geeky and shit. Again I thought of you. And really though what stops a black hole from sucking everything in?
Which massive birthday party would this be? The one on Cedar?
Nothing says personal hygiene like a WetNap®
I wish they made them full body sized.
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