My cousin's story

     My cousin told me a story the other day...

     A man walks into a hotel room. He sets his luggage down and uses the bathroom. After he's done, ho goes to wash his hands, but the soap isn't there! So he looks in the cabinet under the sink, and there is a bar of soap. The label on the soap says "Satan Soap: Strong Enough To Kill!" Hesitantly, he uses the soap. He notices that on the bar there is a carving of Satan's face. "Oh well!" he thinks to himself; "I'll use it anyway. So the man uses the brand new bar and goes to dinner. He goes to an Italian place and orders pasta. They give him ravioli, so he gets mad. Suddenly his hands get hot and he remembers the motto on the box. He decides he should leave before something happens. He runs to the kitchen to get ice, and before he knows it, his hands are around the chef's neck. The chef melts like water. The man realizes he has been cursed.

   Then said: And that, Max, is why I don't wash my hands.