Let me set the stage here.  Brenda and I were having a casual conversation about whose car is messier.  I have a much bigger vehicle...more space to junk up.  She drives a car.  But, nonetheless, Brenda insisted hers was worse.  So we let Randy be the judge.

With tongs in his hand, Randy rummaged through our belongings.  From an old dingy pair of swimsuit bottoms in mine...to multiple unmatched shoes in Brenda's.  See for  yourself...whose vehicle is worse?