Last Thursday, when I picked up my laundry at the laundromat, it seemed quiet — too quiet — in there. Then it dawned on me: Many of the letters in the word “laundromat” are also in the word “kompromat.” I cautiously handed the proprietor my ticket, but not before turning up her radio deafeningly loud so no one could hear me. Go phish, Mrs. Sex-as-Spycraft!
Source: latimes.com – Los Angeles Times