8/21/2016

Hairypasta

Profile Sent in by John:

Who I'm looking for:

I live alone. Every morning I wake up and there is hair in my bathroom sink. Not just any hair but the scraggly kind. The kind that can only come from a you know where. Thing is that it's enough hair to easily be an entire crotchful. WHO IS LEAVING IT? THAT'S who I'm looking for.
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6 comments:

  1. Jaci Carroll8/21/2016 3:13 AM

    I think she might be shaving her pubes in her sleep. Just using context clues.

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  2. MelSleeps8/21/2016 3:23 AM

    Nope,it's creepy pasta...

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  3. Ben Lapointe8/21/2016 3:35 AM

    "how did met grandpa, grandma?" "Well... That's a funny story... It started when I kept finding in the sink..."

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  4. Unknown8/21/2016 10:31 AM

    I wonder what sort of medication she takes.

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  5. The Architect8/22/2016 8:37 AM

    All of you are skeptical, but maybe there is a serial crotch shaver in her neighborhood. He breaks in, shaves his pubes, and vanishes mysteriously into the night like some sort of weird superhero.

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