Sunday, August 25, 2019

Ya ever had a squirrel caught in your zipper?

The thing is, I seldom think about where toothbrush bristles come from. 

I mean, why would you?  Life is like an aquarium filled with jello.  Sure, you could add a syringe full of 2 cycle oil, a chicken wing and/or a pair of brass knuckles to your massive volume of jello and then enter it in the science fair at the school down the street.  But when your kids don't attend that school, they rarely give you prizes and more frequently than not, Officer Tony just gives you another 90 day no-trespassing order. 

But where was I?  Oh yeah.  Kazakhstan.

The thing about toothbrush bristles is, what if they are all just plucked from the brooms of infamous strip clubs and assorted other jerk joints, and then dyed white, and occasionally blue, and stuck onto the handle part. And come to think of it, what if the brush part is carved from the abandoned toilet brushes that are used at the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest on Independence Day Weekend each year? 

This is why we don't spend time thinking about where toothbrush bristles come from. Because if we did, we would likely go nuts. 

And not in a good way. 






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