This explains how my uncle Bruce lived to be almost ninety. He was about as lifeless as anyone ever seen outside of a grave, when he came to visit he would lie on the couch and grumble. He had a voice that made my hero Charlton Heston sound like a sissy, when he whispered the house moved but he missed an opportunity to make millions as an announcer, he spent his working career walking around a towel factory oiling machines. He made Rodney Dangerfield look like the president of the Optimist Club.
oiled machines in a towel factory?
wow.