Dude, where’s my shower?
Overheard the following conversation in the men’s room of a Tahoe ski cabin, between Dude brushing his teeth, and Disembodied Voice from Shower (DiVoiS).
DiVoiS: “Dude, there’s a nasty bruise on the back of my calf, dude. It’s huge, dude.”
Dude: “How did you bruise the back of your calf, for cryin’ out loud? Did you take a fall on the halfpipe?”
DiVoiS: “No, dude. It’s on the back on my calf, how did I do that? Dude, it’s black and blue, dude.”
(Pause)
DiVoiS: “Doesn’t hurt at all, dude.”
(Pause. Vigorous scrubbing noises.)
DiVoiS (excitedly): “Dude, it’s coming off, it’s coming off, dude!”
Dude (slightly alarmed): “What? What’s coming off?”
DiVoiS: “The bruise, it’s washing off, dude.”
(Long pause)
Dude: “Dude, not to state the obvious, but you really need to shower more than once a week.”


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Oh, so gross.