Today, at work, I sought exile in the employee bathroom when things got really dull. I took my favorite green and white wide-toothed comb with me to pass the time in front of the mirror. I like experimenting with different parts when the mood strikes. A part on my left looks better than a part on the right. A straight part in the middle is so ‘95 but sometimes I rock it anyway. Zig zags are my favorite. I was zagging, in fact, when my wide-toothed comb went flying through the air on a crash-course with the stinking urinal! In horror I watched. In shock. I dove for it while it was still mid-air and moving in slow-mo, and wham-bam, I intercepted it with my hand. SAVED! It was madness! Now, it hit my hand and landed hard on the floor and lost two (2) teef in the process, but it could’ve been worse. Much worse. I would never use a wide-toothed comb that had been submerged in toilet—neigh—disgusting urinal water, NOT EVAR!!!!!1111 Looking back I’m not so sure it didn’t at one point shimmy off the urinal cake. It all happened so fast.