I have been displaying this prominently since I got it as a wedding present from the Magical Mademoiselle Z (yes, that's really her name. Sort of. I know, I'm jealous too). I have not been able to use it because it's simply too awesome for that normal everyday tawdry hand drying bullshit, no no. I have plans for this dish towel. I'm going to be buried with it.
And when people dig up my grave like 5000 years from now, they'll be all: umm, whaaa?
And then they'll come to the conclusion that dinosaurs still existed in the 20whatevers as lovable, if slightly bigger, pets, and Madame Z and I will have collectively completely messed up the history of evolution. Because that's what practical jokes are.