Photo courtesy of Kylie Chenery.
Found on the packaging for a mop:
Under the bridge
But I’m still homelessly trying to find a house…
Mopping the park area makes me feel so… well, comfortably numb.
1. Throw away product.
2. Put large cardboard packaging outside in the cold and rain.
3. Sleep in cardboard box.
Also available: crack whore toilet brush and hopeless wino bin liners….enjoy the timeless elegance of dumpster lifestyle
A clean weed patch is a happy weed patch.
Must be a Buddhist company.
Could be worth buying it if it was the real thing, not just a feeling.
PS: I’m a lawyer, I’m rich, and it sucks.
Now you can mop up your whole house… literally, and feel
this Exquisite comfortable feeling of homeless.
Not to mention the smell!
Homeless Sweet Homeless
I don’t need this lousy feeling.
Psst, buddy… Could you spare a couple dollars? I’m trying to buy a mop.
Relaxing comfortably in my not-home…
“So, how much does it cost?”
“What’s the total value of your money and everything you own combined?”
Poor homeless mop. Give this mop a good home today.
Ironically located in the household goods isle.
Last night I used a rat as a pillow…it was exquisitely comfortable!
Exquisitely exquisitely and exquisitely homeless
and comes with Scoping action, to boot!
Right after the divorce!
At the rate American jobs are being outsourced to China, we will ALL experience being homeless! Unless, of course, we move to China.
superior to the inexquisite uncomfortable feeling of housebroke!
As long as I have my mop, I’ll be ok…
For the exquisite feeling of depression, try our broom!
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