Last time it was taco sauce and a paper cut. This time it was me grating the shit out of my wounded finger with a Dobie which had just finished scrubbing a skillet previously used by Mrs. Dave to cook some spicy buffalo chicken, complete with a hefty dose of Louisiana Hot Sauce. I spent the next five minutes doing the dishwashing equivalent of a droop-faced beagle dragging its ass around on the carpet.
Why do I keep doing this to myself?!
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