Weird stuff that stains...
The spaguetti sauce flies off your fork and onto your new, white t-shirt. Tears roll down your cheek. It's ruined! Your mother is infuriated. She screams at you for ruining your new shirt. What to do?
While working on your beat up, old car, you stain your hands with oil. Though very difficult to come off, you can do so by using that orange-smelling stuff. So, that kind of stain wasn't so bad.
Your french teacher gives you homework at the last minute. You've already put all your books away, except for one pen. You quickly jot down the homework assignement on your arm. In the shower, that night, you scrub the ink marks so hard that your skin turns red. Ends up they didn't even come off. The next day you must suffer the embarassement of everyone asking, "Don't you ever wash?"
These are just a few examples of things that stain. Sure, you may be wondering, "Why did she entitle this 'Weird stuff that stains'?" Spaguetti sauce, oil and pen are normal, every day sorta things that stain. Well, have I got a good story for you! Here's something that I bet most people don't thinks stains, but trust me, it does. Oh, it does...
You find yourself throwing back shot after shot of vodka. You think you're being smart, getting drunk as fast as possible so as not to return to the bottle later on. Ends up, you were being pretty stupid. Next thing you know, it's 7 hours later and you are laying on the basement floor. Your friends see you and just laugh. Before you know it, the stories start to come out. You were wild. You were running outside, falling everywhere. You broke the closet door. You puked all over the floor. Your head hurts and your stomach is churning. Why were you so stupid?
The next day, a long face protrudes from your best friend. Your favorite sweater is laying in your locker and she points at it sadly. "We washed it, but it just didn't come out", she says, picking it up and handing it to you. On the front of the shirt is a very visible "splooch" mark. "What is that?" you ask. Your two friends look at each other and share a grin. "Um, you threw up on yourself" one of them finally says. Completely disgusted, you throw the sweatshirt back in your locker. It's stained. It's ruined. Sadness takes over your soul. Who'd have thought that barf would stain?
Hence the title. Sorry if I disgusted you, but I thought I should bring the subject to mind. The moral here is: When in hurling mode, stear clear of your clothes!