Whenever I'm on the assembly line, pouring dangerous dyes into deadly chemicals, I always pour it messy into the bottle. That way, my hands get stained with purple and blue and green and pink. My manager tells me this is fine, some spillage is unavoidable (so long as I am not exceeding the product waste they have accounted for), but that I really oughtta wash my hands after. I tell him I will but I never do. The dyes are dangerous, sure, but in these small amounts, only four or five years will be taken off of my life expectancy. And now I got purple and blue and green and pink hands. When I donate my body to science, the students doing lab practicals on my cadaver will wonder what kind of life I lived, if my colorful hands bled ink onto the things I made with them. What they won't know is that I be fingerblasting muppets on the daily , ans Kermit was psusy alreadh greeg beforer babayyyyy
