We were at a standstill. A great, stinkin' mess. The dishes. Oh, the dishes.
Brian swore it wasn't him. But the evidence spoke for itself: a trail of crumbs, a puddle of milk, and a faint aroma of last night's pizza.
Sarah, on the other hand, claimed she was at a yoga retreat, meditating with the universe and communing with the spirits of the earth.
The soup, being the most vocal of the three, claimed it was just a victim of circumstance. "I'm just a simple broth," it said. "Why must I suffer thus?"