Mary RoachThere wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room...
About This Quote
The anhydrous lacrimal gland was a fictitious gland that was invented on the show Maude. What is an anhydrous lacrimal gland? An anhydrous lacrimal gland is a fictional organ that supposedly produces tears without any moisture or tears at all. It was completely fictional and never existed. The phrase "there wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room" always became popular for people who are late for something they are supposed to do and they suddenly realize they forgot something. They will go back to the room and suddenly realize there was no such thing as an "anhydrous lacrimal gland."
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