I bought a Dyson this past weekend. The one for animal hair, because I’m a fucking beast. Rowr.
Also, I shed.
Prior to Saturday I had no clue how dirty a person I was, but apparently I’ve been living in complete filth for Jesus knows how long. I might as well have been living at the dump.
Or in Mexico.
Believe the hype; those things are impressive. And expensive, but that’s how I roll. If only they could get rid of shit stains from my hair, I’d probably be a lot happier in my day-to-day life.
Smell better, too.
holy crap, was that phallic.
Oh right, and you're the blogger genius.
This is a v funky blog you've got here ... I dropped in at random on that random blog button thingie... come to mine! gledwood2.blogspot is the place to be ... my daily confessional... see you there hopefully ... be careful of the Dyson dustbag thing though, my friend had trouble with hers ... all the best
Gledwood
"vol 2" ...
The purple one or the yellow one, and if the yellow one, the one with the ball? That's the one we have; I never thought I could get excited about a vacuum cleaner, but that sucker (ha! um, unintentional) can turn a corner like nobody's business.