I was once the kind of person who generally carried around a bag; at present I am the kind of person with several secret pockets inside of my jacket (and sometimes an unwieldy and age-inappropriate backpack). Both items have served, primarily, to carry my chapsticks, as I am never without at least five on my person at any given time. These chapsticks are my children and my legacy, and it is my only wish to have them interred with me when my time comes, to serve me in the afterlife. I have not felt the naked texture of my own lips since 2003.
A peppermint BB with a red cap? I wonder if you have peppermint with SPF, an inferior version of the classic peppermint. I was a BB's classic peppermint purist for, oh, 15 years? When I happened upon the red cap SPF peppermint I was sorely disappointed at its ability to turn my lips white like a life guard's nose in an 80's movie.
Burt's Bees OG only, here. If my chapstick doesn't pleasantly sting my lips it is not doing it's job.
I have only once in my life finished a chapstick naturally, without it
being lost or cruelly destroyed by dogs or laundromats. Each entry was more
relatable than the last and then you quoted the Last Unicorn, which is the
novel written on the walls of my heart. Sir, how dare you. You must warn
people before speaking their souls so completely.
A peppermint BB with a red cap? I wonder if you have peppermint with SPF, an inferior version of the classic peppermint. I was a BB's classic peppermint purist for, oh, 15 years? When I happened upon the red cap SPF peppermint I was sorely disappointed at its ability to turn my lips white like a life guard's nose in an 80's movie.
Holy shit. This made me laugh so hard.
Excellent The Last Unicorn reference