I can run my hands all over the bathroom sink and not worry about cooties.
'Cause the only cooties crawlin' round up in there are mine.
And I trust my own microbes.
I realize the leap, trusting that my own microbes wouldn't grow or mutate into ones that would harm me whilst living out their lives in the bathroom sink. But that's a trust I'm willing to extend. It's the same I've extended to those I leave behind when I drink out of the milk carton.
Because if I must trust a microbe, certainly I should trust my own.
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