Washing my mouth out with soap

I may have mentioned before that my brother Martin stays in our flat quite a lot, and as he is around quite a lot we've turned our study into a bedroom, have given him his own towel, and, AND have allowed his toothbrush its own spot in our toothbrush-holder, which believe me is a position coveted by many a toothbrush, but granted to few.

However, as of this morning it's going to have to find a new home. Maybe in a bin, because once I realised I was using it to brush my very own teeth, I threw it on the floor.

And then I stamped on it.

It all happened so quickly and I really don't know why I reacted quite that dramatically, but in that split second I just knew that the toothbrush was doing something bad and needed to be punished, like: that stamp will teach you toothbrush for contaminating my mouth with my brother's....hmm actually I can't finish that sentence, as my gag reflex just won't allow it.

EEEEW. I JUST USED MY BROTHER'S TOOTHBRUSH, PEOPLE.

I have re-brushed, flossed and gargled with antiseptic mouthwash but still I feel the need to remove all of my teeth, have them dipped in bleach and then individually polished BY HAND before they are allowed back into my mouth.

I don't know if I can hold off swallowing for much longer either, but don't let that ruin your weekend as well as mine...