"For refill, ring KLondike 6-4-3."

The leeches look like they might have turned.

The dim glow from the bathroom is keeping you awake -- but you don't have a night-light.

A tiny cockroach rehab clinic has been set up between the aftershave and the aspirin.

The drill bit you use to let the "bad ayre" out of your skull can't be sharpened.

Your nosy neighbors leave the bathroom saying, "Don't touch me."

The Brylcream can go -- the last time you ran your fingers through your hair was when you cleaned out the drain.

There's a skeleton on the other side with a note saying, "Hi, Guy!"

and the Number 1 Sign It's Time to Clean Out Your Medicine Cabinet...

Was there ever really a "Preparation A?"