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August 20, 2004

The Brown Toilet Paper Experiment

I was sitting in the waiting room of the local Jiffy Lube like an expectant father. A small, blonde haired girl approached me holding some small piece of greasy metal. She held it out for me to inspect.

“Have you replaced this lately?” she asked.

I looked at the part. I had no clue what it was. I was reasonably sure she had found it in a junkyard somewhere, smeared it in grease, and brought it into work with her to intimidate women, computer nerds, and the infirm.

She held the part in one of those ubiquitous red shop rags that you buy by the crate in Wally World or Checkers. The part and the rag were both covered in grease, and, as she talked to me, she rubbed her hands on the rag, sharing the grease and oil from hands to rag and back again, until one couldn’t be sure if she was cleaning her hands or the rag.

For the rest of the story buy my book "Killing Strangers.

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Posted by Peenie Wallie on August 20, 2004 at 09:46 PM


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