So…what did you think would happen?
I mean, when you rub one gnome, pretty soon another gnome shows up and HE wants to be rubbed, too.
So you rub him.
Then his buddy shows up, and you rub him, too.
Pretty soon, you’re rubbing gnomes non-stop, your spouse leaves you in the middle of the night, the divorce court judge calls you a “filthy gnome-rubber” in court, and before you know it you’re living in a cardboard box with your favorite garden gnome.
Gnome rubbing: You can never rub just one.
This public service announcement brought to you by Gnome Stew.
