I lived with a girl, who's second home was in the bathroom. Didn't matter how long she was in there, because she was always in there. She wouldn't necessarily bring a lot of stuff in with her, but God Damn, try drinking beer to her!!
I would always try to picture, what was on her, that required so damn much time looking after. I knew it wasn't my drinking back then, that had her in a "defiance mode." She was always in the bathroom, so she never knew exactly how much I drank, until I turned up the stereo.
I just followed the dog around, and pissed in the yard beside him.
...and when she came out
SHE LOOKED THE FRICKEN' SAME, AS SHE WENT IN!!
I think it had something to do with this "tweezer stuff." How anyone, can drum up enough patience to do that, has my "undying love."
The only time I'd trim my eyelashes, was after I drank a twelve pack, put the butane lighter in my mouth, and strike the lighter.
POOF!!!...Total time/// 240 milliseconds!!
You girls are fricken' strange sometimes man!!