Last night my husband decided to clean out our kitchen junk drawer. It's that weird long, skinny drawer that was created specifically for housing your shish kebob skewers. You know, the important drawer. Ours was crammed with all manner of things.
As he got deeper into the drawer, he decided to pull it all the way out of the cabinet. There were ... things ... stuck in the back.
Things that were not ours.
Such as Mary's teeth.
I just threw up in my mouth.