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The Strangeness that Is A Clean House/Cialis Tissue Box–WTF?!?!

My house is clean. Like, truly, honest to goodness clean. And i gotta tell you… I’m liking it so far. see, some lady had to come to our house and basically see if we deserved to live in our house for another year. and our house, being the home of two teenagers, a nightshift mom, and a nine year old tomboy, was in no way shape or form clean. truthfully, it was a total, utter mess. and, on top of being incurably messy, we tend to procrastinate, which means that the day before inspector lady came over, we were cleaning the hell out of our house. not a fun way to spend a friday. Super not fun when you’re sick and every time you bend over you feel like puking your brains out. but we somehow managed to get our house perfectly cleaned in 27 hours. and now, even if the lights are off, i can walk from my doorway all the way to the dining room without falling and impaling myself on the arm of our hideous green sofa. i’m so happy! (puts maid marian ala men in tights inflection on words) not nearly as happy as i was when i realized that today is saturday, and i still have a whole day before i have to go to school! yay!!! on a weirder note, i have recently realised that the tissue i have been clinging to for the last few days has cialis printed on all four sides. why, oh why must my box of tissue be marred with erectile disfunction medication? the commercials with the bathtub people are bad enough, but this is just too much! and how did a box of cialis tissue even get into a house filled with girls. well, my cat’s a boy, but he was fixed, so i don’t think he needs cialis. and i don’t even think boy fishes have penises? do they? hmm… *strikes contemplating pose* i must ponder this insightful question elsewhere. good bye for now, avid readers.


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