While naked, except for a paper-thin gown over me, with a giant gaping hole in the back, inside a cold room on an even colder x-ray table, I looked over and saw a can of Lysol. It was labeled Professional Strength Country Scent. Now I don't know about you, but I've been to the country. And that isn't the smell I want stinking up ANY room. Moooo!
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