Just overheard from Z's room behind my office...
Z: Please excuse me, I must stop a moment to wash my feet.
A few moments later...
B: I smell something really foul.
C: It's not his feet.
Z: Nope, it's not my feet.
B: What IS that?!
Z: I have NO idea.
B: Maybe it's my feet? Holy smokes. I think it IS my feet!
Z: You wanna wash your feet?
C: C'mon, Brit, all the cool kids are doing it.
B: Can I wash my feet?
B: I can't believe I'm washing my feet!
I swear we don't drugs. Sometimes life would make more sense if we did.
I think I may go wash my feet now.