The soap says Cambria & Taylor.
"Is that trilobite soap?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Wait, I'm sorry. Maybe trilobites were Pre-Cambrian."
"...You are such a nerd."


Six Replies to Fossil

Amy Austin | January 2, 2010
LOL!

Steve West | January 2, 2010
That's funny. In high school art class, I made a clay sculpture of that Cambrian rascal and entitled it "Trilobite Me".

Amy Austin | January 2, 2010
Is that really true, Steve? Either way, I will cry... ;-DDD

Steve West | January 2, 2010
Sad, sad, sad but true. I could cry, myself. Sometimes I say stuff on this site not because I'm proud of what I did but more like I'm admitting what I did. This is one of those times.

Amy Austin | January 2, 2010
LOL... the crying will only be from tears of hilarity.

Scott Hardie | January 3, 2010
If it makes me more of a nerd, I had to correct my spelling of "trilobyte" after the company that made The 7th Guest. (The 11th Hour never got the mad love it deserved.)


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The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »

PIMP

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