Monday, June 29, 2009
Scene: Me getting out of the shower. Bren brings me a towel from the other room. I take a sniff, make a face and immediately yelp at Bren.
A: Baba! Gross!
A: Is this the same towel that you wrapped around your sweaty, stinky, post-Krav Maga body the other day, when you sat in front of the computer for an hour, and then still used it again and put it back in the rotation?!
A: Smell it! It's disgusting baba!
B: (sniffing towel and walking out the bathroom. Mumbles to himself) Smells like wet dog...
A: (looks at herself in the mirror, making a face that says "exactly")
B: (enters bathroom again with a massive white towel) Here. This is the best one. Just for you.
A: Did you get this towel out of the hamper?
B: What? Yeah...
A: What the... is this the same towel that we used on our camping trip last weekend? The one I used after swimming in the river?
B: What? When did I become the towel historian?
Why is "towel historian" SO FUNNY?
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