Thought this was the way to the gents.
Those pickled eggs I got at the bar are calling in an urgent message.
I warned you about those.. that they might give you the trots...
no one listens anymore
oh wait.. didn't I??
I'm sure I did..
OT: I'm looking for those danged sock Gnomes
eeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk
NOT.. shiver me timbers..