You're Bangin' Your Head Again

"So do you think you managed to wash all the poison oak off?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'm much less itchy."

"Okay, good."

"Uh-oh..."

"Uh-oh?"

"Um... where I got into the oak I'm shiny..."

"Shiny?"

"Yeah, shiny."

"Um... did you get something like sap on you?"

"I don't know..."

"Is it sticky?"

"No, it's like stripper glitter and it's all over."

"Stripper glitter?"

"Does poison oak look like stripper glitter?"

"I don't think so... um, which soap did you use?"

"OHMYGOD I'M COVERED IN STRIPPER GLITTER! The poison oak is everywhere!"

"Aaron, WHAT SOAP did you use? Did you use the new soap? Or the regular soap?"

"...STRIPPER GLITTER..."

"WHAT SOAP DID YOU USE?"

"That doesn't matter, ohmygod, this is gonna be painful!"

"AARON. WHAT. SOAP. DID. YOU. USE?"

"Huh? Why?"

"My new soap makes you sparkle. Did you use that?"

"Oh, the stuff with minerals? Yeah, I used that."

"Well, that's why you're covered in stripper glitter. It's not poison oak, it's my soap."

"You mean, I'm suppose to sparkle?"

"Well, I don't sparkle when I use it, but you sure as hell do."

"So, it's not the poison oak? It's your soap that's got me covered in stripper glitter?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good. Whew. It's kinda pretty."

"Yes, your sparkles are very pretty."