Finding pubes on my razor. It's either my housemate's doing or one of the plethora of haggard tinder sluts he brings home, but I almost had an aneurism when I discovered it.
Gross
However....
Many years ago a flat mate came to me to ask if he could use my razor as he was going out and his was blunt.
I gave an emphatic "No" [Jocks, Socks, Tooth brush, Razor and Girl friend I will not loan out.]
15 minutes later I walk past the bathroom door and can see him through the opaque glass standing at the sink clearly shaving, the bastard.
When he came out I said he had just bought himself a second hand razor and he will buy me a new one.
he apologised and said he was desperate.....
3 weeks later he comes to me complaining about blisters that are driving him nuts on his lip and asks what I reckon it could be?
I take one look and tell him that he has cold sores, herpes call it what you will.
He freaks out, asking what he can do to get rid of it and how did he get them.
I tell him:
1] Sorry mate you have them for life, no cure and they will be the bane of your existence for ever
2] I told him not to use my razor, I have had herpes since I was three years old when my dear old granny gave them to me. if I recalled correctly around the time he borrowed my razor I had an active sore
A harsh lesson for him to learn about respecting peoples possessions but I bet he never borrowed a razor again!
P.S.
By fuck I HATE herpes
I'm 50 years old and the little fuckers till give me the shits like you wouldn't believe as they have done for 47 years.