El Pistolero
Well-Known Member

So how can they continue to sell these things, these flimsy instruments that when you brush them across a moth's testicle the moth doesn't even notice (or maybe gets just a little bit excited), but TINK, the bottom is gone and your floating thermometer is now a listing ship, accompanied by weeks, or months of worry as to where that tiny sliver of glass has gone. Is it in your beer? Is it on the floor? Have you already inhaled it, and it's even now working it's way up to you brain, to coerce...to control...to command!