One semester of college I had this bi-polar roommate that had been hospitalized in high school for anorexia. She said that toilet seats hurt when she sat down and asked if I would mind if she brough a toilet seat cover.
It wasn't just any seat cover, it was
pink and
fuzzy (you know, like shag carpet). We had a big argument over it. I told her I refused to sit on it for fear of what I could possibly catch because it couldn't be disinfected.
That was just the start of a long quarter.
I would like to get her something for her car
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