Done
True story—when I was small, one of my older siblings tried to get me to drink dishwashing liquid because she wanted to see if I would make bubbles when I burped. As I recall it, the drinking of the dishwashing liquid was prevented/prohibited by an adult. Ah, the perils, or near-perils, of being the youngest in the family.
Yeah that was the scenario that I had imagined, when I looked at those bottles.
Even if you are taking the soap to a child-free household, there’s something slightly sad and odd about washing dishes to the scent of margaritas, or sangria, etc.
Sheesh just make yerself a margarita and get it over with, unless you are a nondrinker. Perhaps that’s the market segment for those bottles.
I’m waiting for the T-shirt.
Any insight about the graffiti? My German’s pretty much limited to being able to recognize the language.
I don’t know what’s hidden behind the sign but the sign says:
WARNING
You are now leaving West-Berlin
and the scribble on the sign could be translated as “How are we supposed to do that then?”
First it’s striding, next thing you know they’ll be banning strutting and then they’ll come for your truckn’.
Robin’s egg, in amongst my radishes, somehow. Its intact so it probably wasn’t dropped. And a random onion.