Originally Posted by jeffaroo

Y'all got it all wrong. This is the way I see it.
There is a small room about the size of a broom closet with a small opening on each side of the walls. With a conveyer belt zipping by. Now a monkey named Skippy sits at a barstool smoking a cigar and listining to speed metal on his headphones. His job is to put a label on each plant as it shoots by on the conveyor belt. He knows he will get in trouble if he misses one, so he slaps any ole sticker on if he gets confused