The Guy Who Ate a Clown Nose

So today I ate lunch @ work and had a gigantic salad that was covered in some type of oil/vinegar dressing. Somehow there was oil on the OUTSIDE of the box so after eating lunch I needed to wash my hands of the oil.

Now, where do you normally wash your hands? The bathroom.
Where is the mother base of all nasty stuff? The bathroom @ my work!

Now that we have that all cleared up, time for the meat of the story.

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