This is why I don’t wash my hands
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Kathryn said,
November 15, 2006 @ 8:43 pm
That's ironic, and as amusing as I find it, it really does suck for the Essense people (not too sure if I spelt that right there...)
I much prefer the toilets we have now-a-days.
ro said,
November 16, 2006 @ 8:55 am
This is truly unfortunate..... That's actually hilarious. Remind me never to touch Dbiddy.
dbiddy said,
November 16, 2006 @ 2:17 pm
I wish someone had reminded you of that last night... learn to keep your hands to yourself, mister.
kc said,
November 16, 2006 @ 10:02 pm
That makes a lot of sense:
Untouched, clean and private piece of desert sand or growing cesspool of dookie where old Uncle Jeremiah let fly after a litre of goat's milk and a bowl of chili (complete with loaf of manna on the side)? hmmm...I think I'll choose the latter and let 'er rip in the wasteland of human excrement.