Some people scrawl their confessions on bathroom stall walls. Some pick up the phone and make amends personally. But someone out there, it seems, prefered to admit his/her wrongs *cough* sluttiness *cough* on a bus faux-wood divider…in, what is that, lipstick? Maybe this is the work of one of the ex-contestants from Drag Race.
So that’s why my daughter is always leaving the house at 3 am…