That’s putting it delicately
My dear boyfriend, upon the occasion of his first attempt at cleaning the litter box: “There is an amazing amount of turds in here.”
My dear boyfriend, upon the occasion of his first attempt at cleaning the litter box: “There is an amazing amount of turds in here.”
Open shower curtain, spray Clorox Cleanup blindly, yell “CLEAN THYSELF!”, leave.
I wish I could write erotic poetry about laundry day like Erica Jong does: This is the dirty laundry poem— because we have traveled from town to town accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts & blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice & teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion & underwear made stiff by all our joy. No, my laundry poetry would sound a little more like This shirt, perfectly clean has been kicked…
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