WebKittyn Warbles

Fact Two: I am Occasionally Spiteful.

I live with a man who is an occasional a frequent asshat*. Through the years I've come up with something I can do when he gets his asshattitude going on. It's not tremendously big or earth-shattering but it sickens him and makes me snicker and let's face it - giving it to an asshat without them even knowing it is fun.

Ladies, I recommend this. It's catharsis.

He uses those pricey razors with more blades than he has whiskers and overpriced refills. Those razors make wonderful leg shavers. Shave the legs, shave the pits and put that bad boy back on the sink and he'll never know until right after he shaves his face and I tell him! The look of horror and disgust makes it all so very worthwhile.

I don't do this often, I like to save it for when my legs really need a shave but when I do do it, it's a glorious feeling and I revel in the spiteful juju bliss.

Guess that makes me a bad person, eh?

NAHHHHH.

**Purely platonic, don't go there. Don't even think there, I will hunt you down and skin you like fresh-killed game.