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This poor, poor woman. She’s at her wit’s end and she decided to thank her sons’ favorite jizz disposal cloth.
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Jo Ellery was the first one to post it on Twitter and it has since gone viral.
Mother of 3 teenage boys posts Amazon review of Kleenex. A.k.a. the best thing you will read today. pic.twitter.com/gsQl49gNrQ
— Jo Ellery (@elleryface) December 20, 2013
Shout out to all the moms who raised their sons. God have mercy on us boys who have become men. I can only think back to Rita’s quote from Bridesmaids about raising teenage boys:
Here’s the text of the review:
“I want to start this off by thanking Kleenex for selling these in 36-packs. I’ve put it on subscription, and if they want to start selling a 72-pack, sign me up. I have three reasons for needing this much Kleenex, and their names are Liam, Samuel and Hank.
This is how it goes in this house. First the Kleenex disappears. Then the toilet paper. Then they go for fabrics. And you don’t want it to get there, unless you’re ready to invest in a five gallon drum of Fabreeze.
This used to be a good Christian home. But it’s not about moral judgment anymore. I’m way beyond that. I’m in survival mode. If I don’t supply absorbent paper products, I’m going to find my dish towels hidden in the basement, stiff as aluminum. The other day, I almost cut my hand on a sock. I am sorry to speak so frankly, but with three teenage boys, a woman has got to be practical.
The funny part is, they think they’re being sneaky, with their 45 minute showers and sudden need for “privacy”, as if I’m going to walk in on them journaling. They slink around the house like unfixed cats, while I try to announce my location at all times. No one needs to ask me to knock anymore. I knock on the walls. I practically wear a cow bell. I’m not looking to catch anyone by surprise, believe me. I’m just trying to get through this.
The other day my husband was watching me unload the groceries, and he asks me, all sweetness and light, “Honey, what’re you doing with all that Kleenex?”
I about knocked him off his chair.”
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You haven’t lived until you have beat off onto your dirt floor in the dead of winter in the most remote location in Afghanistan.
And somehow there is still miraculously someone around to hear the pixelated porn you bring up on your phone after you rig a 3g connection. One of Murphey’s cruelest laws.
You, sir, are a great American.
Thank you for your service hahahahaha