Today, I spotted an image in my kitchen sink: A penis. Maybe there is something to seeing images in inanimate objects.
There are several faucets that have a little drip in our apartment. The kitchen sink has been a newer one that's popped up (pardon the pun) and it's caused a pattern that has a rather phallic appearance.
Anthony despises the smell of cleaning chemicals, so I have to pick a time when he won't get too angry if I spray some Lime Away in the sink to get rid of the penis.
In the meantime, there's no disputing which gender the sink is. It's a man, baby!
|An image of a penis in the kitchen sink at the Ken Carr World Headquarters.|
If the faucet dripped hot water instead of cold, it would be larger.