So the other night, Gavagirl, Miz Oubliette, Miz Muskrat, Miz Becca and my friend Gilliss went out for drinks and dancing. What with the pre-fourth festivities, the usual spots were packed, and we ended up at a local gay bar. I have to say, nothing beats making the scene with four lovely ladies to avoid unwanted affection. In any case, as we were winding down, I noted that there was a lipstick on the table we had acquired, and as is usually the case with odd finds, I slipped it into my pocket. What can I say, I'm weird that way. So next day, I ran a load of wash...all I can tell you is that my non-existent girlfriend would be worried about way more than lipstick on my collar. Like lipstick all over my shirts, my pants, my underwear, my socks...I just hope that shit comes out in the next washing.