Sometimes I like to just walk out there and stare at the shelves while scowling because that's what I see Pythagoras do from time to time (after which he stalks off to Home Depot to buy something else to set on the shelves and scowl at).
So there I was, staring and scowling, when I noticed that nearly everything on these shelves sounds dirty. Don't believe me? Consider the evidence:
|I wasn't aware I had a stripper in my garage, let alone America's #1 stripper. I feel so fortunate.|
|Spray lubricant? Because sometimes the tube or the bottle just isn't quick enough?|
|You know, I think I just won't touch this one.|
|And here I was naively trusting Pythagoras' vasectomy to keep me safe, and all along we've had miracle impregnator on the premises?|
|I don't know about you, but I'm pleased to know my wood finish penetrates. Not so happy about the staining, however.|
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go rifle through the bathroom drawers. There's gotta be something good in there.