The BBF *Squeeze*. Nothing. *Squeeze*. Nothing. It shouldn’t be this hard to get out some toothpaste. I kept rolling the tube as if there was some type of impediment at the opening trying to deter me from achieving a clean mouth. “Why won’t this stupid thing-.” In the middle of my sentence, the toothpaste I’d been trying to get out of this stupid tube for the last 10 minutes shot out at me, landing all over my face. At first, I was upset because I had toothpaste all over me, but none on my toothbrush.
