When I graduated from college in 2000, I swore to myself that as a college graduate I would never, ever wash windows or iron again. It was my way of congratulating myself for all my hard work in undergrad.
Unfortunately, the congratulations is over, and I spent 7 fucking hours ironing everything that needed ironing.
Next time, I'll just sit my fat ass on my clothes and hope the wrinkles are blasted away when I fart.
Yes, that sounds much better than ironing!