I now present, for you enjoyment (or disgust), the true story of how apathetic two men can be. In my bathroom next to the sink there is a trashcan. Lying on the edge of the trashcan (half in and half out) there is a washcloth. Now, was this washcloth getting thrown out though didn't quite make it into the basket? Or perhaps it was simply resting on the sink and it somehow slid off and landed half in the trashcan. The truth of it is that no one knows. Of course I could always ask my brother if he meant to throw it out, or he could do the same for me, but the 4.6 seconds it would take to do that would be a waste of both our times. For these reasons a washcloth has remained on the rim of our bathroom trashcan for the past 5 days. And as Day 5 of Washcloth Watch proceeds, the true destiny of the washcloth is unknown, and speculations abound. At this point, it's anyone's guess. Later.

P.S. If you think this is awful, you're in good company with the rest of this hemisphere. I, like Jerry Lewis, am only truly appreciated in France. So you could either become French, or just go read my old stuff in the archives, cause that was actually pretty good.