This is amazing and I can’t help but think you can do it your damn self. Let’s not pretend you don’t get weekly emails from JoAnn’s Fabrics. I’m sure it’s just me. Like I’m the only one who still gets her period in her pants and has to go home and change at lunch. Yeah. Right. Whatever.

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With this clipboard mirror, I can gaze admiringly at my unparalleled beauty while I hang up notes reminding me to first pity ugly people, and then punch them in the nuts.

Here’s a tiny filing cabinet for your most professional farts.

A place to store your shoes that looks like feet. Guess what? I already have two. Three, actually, if you count my five-toed vaginal nub.

Maybe, maybe, maybe you need to write something down while you’re in the shower. Maybe, maybe, maybe it’s a reminder to stop being the asshole that writes notes in the shower.

Nice try, but the week-old pile of crusty, stained period panties you shoved in the corner next your laundry hamper isn’t really the “corner of drawers” that Happy Mundane was excited about.

Looks like it’s just about Pork O’Clock. And by pork o’clock, I mean time to get your fuck on. Amiright? Low five.

I love cats and I love sticky notes and now that I’ve discovered these, I can’t get up from my desk…if you know what I mean.

I got this catalog the other day and I thought, “eh, I’ll thumb through when I have time.” Fortunately, I had to work today and thank goodness because this thing is a fucking goldmine. It looks better in print though. So order it, kill a tree, feel guilty and off yourself. Fair’s fair, right?

Why the Hell would you ever intentionally clutter your uncluttering efforts? That’s some Amelia Bedelia bullshit right there. If you wanna be organized, be organized. If you wanna be a fucking slob, be a fucking slob. And if you wanna get off your ass and make yourself useful, go get me a forty of Mad Dog and a box of Sour Patch Kids.

undo the dishes

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