 | sticky on STAY SANE |
| sticky on Something for those en-Tr… |
 | ratty on Oh, sorry . . . |
 | NobblySan on Oh, sorry . . . |
| ratty on Oh, sorry . . . |
| NobblySan on Oh, sorry . . . |
| ratty on Oh, sorry . . . |
| ratty on STAY SANE |
| NobblySan on STAY SANE |
| ratty on STAY SANE |
| NobblySan on STAY SANE |
| ratty on STAY SANE |
| NobblySan on Something for those en-Tr… |
| NobblySan on Statue unveiled… |
| NobblySan on Nothing for the weekend |
Oh, come ON. You’ve been sheltering-in-place for weeks. The cleaning products are right. Over. There. You know how you use them, you lazy bastard. The bathroom should be fucking gleaming by now….
(turns away from mirror and hits Play on emergency video)
After the initial anxiety of wondering what sort of human amoeba treats their property like that, I ease into imagining the smell of all those wonderful chemicals detoxing an idiot’s Petri dish of a life.
Gonna try the paintbrush-in-the-vents one and the bug-dryer-sheet one. I’m also letting a 2 L. of Diet Coke go flat so I can load it into a squirt bottle and have my mechanic point it at my rusting drive train. He wants to see if it works, too.
PS: The toothpaste-on-the-headlights one works due to the abrasive silica, so “letting it sit” won’t do a damned thing until you start scrubbing, ya lazy sod. I may try that one, too.
Poverty induces spectacular conscientiousness about the maintenance of one’s tools. I even keep a rubber band around the brush attachment bristles to keep them aligned.
