Icthyhole

Most of the time, I am very good at restraining what comes out of my mouth at work. Most of the time. I do this by not saying anything at all unless it’s one of my “work scripts.”

But the other day, I slipped up. Someone was doubting the cleanliness of glasses in restaurants and I opined before examining what I was about to say, “You know, the amount of times that water has passed through a fish’s butthole is probably about infinite.”

Oops.

Well, at least it was funny.