Thursday, September 30, 2010

Flexeril In Pregnancy

urban Corruption Cosas de Casa II: The iron

At the time I have to put a washing machine was a puzzle, but then not having to iron it falls short. To be honest I do enough, because every time I put may take a couple of HoĊ™ice and have two shirts ironed.

When are the shirts ironed? When you have four wrinkles, three, two or one, well the latter has not been the case. There is nothing more than fuck me to see a wrinkle in the shirt, take the plate, slide it up, finish removing them proud and ... to reverse the shirt and watch as it appears another on the other side, you have to fuck. In the end it becomes a vicious circle, never just to iron a shirt perfectly for a man. And when all seems to have come to an end, you have to put a bend, you never stay the same, so my wife told me to hang on hangers, acho and do not know what savings I do not come sweats.

I do not want to talk about a shirt, and that is to die for, to begin with never find the right way to put it on the table, there is always somewhere that is not flat to pass the plate. Not to mention the manga now, that's crazy ... how long I can be with one? normally until you see my wife and turned on by the slowness with which I look at the shirt, this is the right time. I do not know my shirt ironed that has not finished with a ridge that divides the sleeve along two totally asymmetric parts.

What a pleasure it is ironing jeans, so if that does not give problems you pass up and down the iron as well as it seems to hang it on a hanger, so it does not have to be very thorough, complete as soon as you submit it the next day as you were in the laundry basket .

In short, is put in front of a plate with a pile of clothes and think I have a thousand-piece puzzle to me to finish in under an hour. Do you feel like running away?



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