Go ahead. Call me “Brilliant”, Bitches.
I just used LYSOL wipes to mop my floor. I took four wipes, two under each foot, and slid around my entryway, kitchen, and dining room floors.
I wore my really old Birks, the ones Toddler Kaos puked on a couple of weeks ago, so getting some LYSOL on them wasn't a biggie. In fact, it probably helped to clean my shoes, you guys.
I changed the LYSOL wipes every so often, like when they got dirty. And my floor was pretty goddamned dirty, because I'm not a mopper.
It's not that I don't own a mop. I do. But I smurfing hate to mop. I'd rather walk through a parking garage in Las Vegas in August wearing pantyhose.
I also got a decent work-out when I skated on the LYSOL wipes. I remembered to engage my abs, so that I wouldn't strain my back. And, I raised my pulse a bit. I'm not sure if that says I was working too hard or that I'm really out of shape.
But, regardless, I now have a clean floor.
Go ahead. Call me “Brilliant”, Bitches.
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Brilliant.
Wanna come and do my floor?
Thanks! Only on three conditions:
1. You provide me with an invoice for the beautiful pieces of furniture you built for us.
2. House only--no garage-ma-hall.
3. You're don't make me do the floors it in a grass skirt and a coconut bra. I heard those itch and don't offer support.
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