People are MELTING DOWN trying to figure out how this lipstick stain got inside a toilet
Haters will say it’s Photoshop
Please, I never ask for help but this time it's really important. I, along with the rest of the internet, cannot figure out how in God's name this perfectly-formed lipstick kiss-stain got stuck to the inside of a toilet bowl.
Sure, I have a few theories — the bowl was created around the previously kiss-stained porcelain, or it's actually just period blood that looks like a kiss — but it still feels half baked, like we haven't quite gotten to the bottom of this stinky situation.
The best theory so far is 'blotting paper stain'
One brave woman explained how she thinks the kiss may have appeared there after a woman blotted her lipstick before throwing the tissue in the toilet. It would've had to stick to the side for a while, but hey, maybe she just forgot to flush.
My theory: girl blotted her lipstick by kissing a square of toilet paper and threw it in the toilet instead of trash and it got stuck to the bowl and lipstick mark stayed after flushing.
— Ryan (@ry3889) January 10, 2018
But the men aren't convinced
And they probably know better, so let's see what they have to say about it.
Some are taking the easy out and blaming 'alcohol'
But that still doesn't explain how the kiss is so perfectly formed. After a gin and tonic (or three) I'm lucky to know where the bathroom is, much less where my lipstick is so I can re-apply it.
Drunk drunkn crazy ah pic.twitter.com/7NQxQpa9Gl
— Chaitanya reddy (@Chaitanyaackr) January 11, 2018
Last night over drinking 🍻
— Sanjeev (@sanjeev__saini) January 11, 2018
While others think the cleaner is in love with their job
But I don't care how "clean" this toilet looks — no toilet is clean enough to kiss. Kind of like most men.
The Cleaner Loves Their work here clearly! 💋
— Ross (@ross1coe) January 10, 2018
Of course 'bizarre porno' is never out of the question
Aren't we all into humiliation? At least a little bit?
Maybe she’s into bdsm, and was doing a humiliation scene 🤔
— Helen (@DaDdYsPoPtArT) January 10, 2018
That’s one fucked up fetish! 🤔
— Stephen Kellett (@stephenkellett) January 10, 2018
But I want the rights to the motion picture for this story
Once uncovered, this tale will undoubtedly be passed down generation after generation. Can you say "Cash cow"?
I really want to hear this story…
— Mahesh Senthikumar (@MaheshSenthi) January 10, 2018
If Aaahh!!! Real Monsters doesn't already own them
They were kissing toilets before it was cool.
I have to wonder if this is the new 'Dress?'
Do you remember last year when the internet was thrust into chaos as it attempted to figure out whether a dress was blue and black or white and gold?
— BuzzFeed (@BuzzFeed) February 27, 2015
What color is that dress? I see white & gold. Kanye sees black & blue, who is color blind?
— Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) February 27, 2015
Either way, even if you do figure out our new toilet riddle, don't worry about telling everyone. Some would be happy to spend the rest of their existence not knowing how it happened.
But I, for one, care about the truth.
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