Yesterday, as we were wandering through The Alley in search of a knife block, we found a very shower squee-gee thing with a very serious woman on the package. She looked as though she were thinking deeply about very meaningful things. Mikey turned to me and said, in a thick French accent,
"Eez mah shower dirty? Or eez it mah soul?"
I nearly fell on the ground I was laughing so hard. It sounded like something straight out of one of those uber-pretentious movies that end with the word "FIN" on a black screen. It was a good trip. Plus we found the perfect knife block to store our new knives.
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