These are them..

I can't exactly ever really use them. They betrayed me. If they had any loyalty, they would have fell on the nasty ass floor.. or got locked in the car.. but, no.. I mean I have to consider that they went through a load of shit (literally) to find there way back to me.. But, come on. The mere fact that they were in a Starbucks crapper for well over 24 hours is kinda creepy. (crappy?) The grooves were filled with goop.. and I had to wonder was the goop there prior to the attempted escape? I had to borrow a pair of Vic's chicken eatin gloves to extract them from this glorious 'bucks bag .. I carefully removed them from the ring.. and then bathed them in Clorox.. Of course the Gods looked down on me and chuckled.. as I plunked the keys in a splash came up and hit my Jet shirt.. DAMN.. The one good thing.. out of this whole friggen thing?? The car entry thing.. the thing good 'ol Paul was going to charge me $147 to replace... still works!! Honda Rocks.. Love me some Honda!