Now, I am pretty darn sure I don't stand the sponge up when I'm done using it. After carefully studying the evidence laid before me, it was clear to me that there was only one possible explanation for what had happened: The sponge pushed the soap into the sink.
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...And was caught red-handed, looking down at it's victim. Taunting, gloating. Good thing you you found out what kind of heartless creature that sponge was, before it had it's sick revenge on someone larger than the soap. Poor soap.
That happens to me all the time too. Now I know who to blame, I always thought it was the scrubby brush. It's a good thing you caught him in action.
You'd better get rid of him, there's no killing sponges, I put mine in the microwave all the time, all it does is make him mad. Maybe it'll crawl into your throat while you're alseep and suffocate you! coughghtt...cgggoughgght...
but wait. it's a sponge. I'd still be able to breathe, right?
Are you willing the take that chance to find out?
P.S. Sponges don't like fire.
Maybe it's because I am tired or maybe it is because I am high on pain killers, but I cannot stop laughing about this. You are a true wit and now I'm a giggle head.
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