Everyone is responsible for their own

Enough with the pube emancipation, people. I’m all for freedom and fresh air, but you have got to take charge of your own.

I’m tired of picking up your wool.

I’ve had it.

Your pubes are peppering my bathroom floors. And I can’t take it anymore.

I have to hopscotch my way around or else one of your offspring catches hold of me and rides the freedom train out of the bathroom.

Seriously, do you not notice the feverish pace at which they’re dropping? Exactly what kind of jungle are you living in?

Please, I beg of you. Heed your weeds.