Wrong in the Tooth

Story Sent in by Mary:

The summer after high school graduation, Rich, a former high school classmate, asked me out to dinner for a Friday night. He was pretty quiet during our date and I took that to mean that he was shy. As he had picked me up at my house in his car, he drove me back home.

When we pulled up to the curb, he asked if he could come in to use my bathroom. I let him in, and I waited for him in my parents' living room as he did his business.

When he exited, he wore a gigantic grin, the most expression I had seen from him all evening. "What is it?" I asked him.

He said, "I used your toothbrush!" then laughed maniacally and tore out of my house, jumped in his car, and took off.

I threw my toothbrush out and, unsurprisingly, didn't go out with him again.


  1. Replies
    1. (Since Howie isn't here)

      Hey, they can't all be gems about someone pulling a surprise Cleveland Steamer. Mary clearly just had to get that crap off her chest.

  2. How did he know it was hers?

  3. It was in her parents' home.


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