*Laugh!!!*
Hm...
Okay, not sure if I put it here, but some of ya've heard this one, I'm sure...
Back a ways, I had this big, old trench-coat, that I wore all the time for a number of years. At my school, I was rather well-known for the random selection of items that could be found in my pockets (nails, writing utensils (duh) the fringe of many papers from notebooks, pieces of candy, a hair-brush, shiny things, a strange collection of items I could not name, rocks, pieces of wood, the list continues.)
One day in that time I was going to go to an Art gallery with my friend, but before I went I had to check the hen-house for eggs. To make carrying them easier, I placed an egg in my pocket. Well... while at said gallery, I happened to reach into my pocket... ... ...
This resulted in my attempting to wash out my coat-pocket and all its contents in the sink of a public restroom.
The End.