I haven’t featured a quip of the week in eons…but this one was too good to pass up.
“I cringed every time I stuck my fingers in those three holes, fearing something rank at the bottom of each. Plus, the holes were either too small, too large, too far apart, or too close together. And they felt greasy, surely providing a home to countless and untold multitudes of germs.”
What on Earth is he talking about? Well click on over to find out.