You aren't used often, but once summoned to my task list in aiding some sort of clothy atrophy, you create a Sith-like rift in my chi, that triples exponentially every 12 hours.
Articles of clothing worn no longer than 20 minutes ago slowly become magnetized to the surface of your essence. The watch I just removed from my wrist found its way there too...the book I just stopped reading when the phone rang...some socks...my hat...the latest arrival from Netflix...
And then, before I know it, I have a heaping pile of shit on the ironing board! 93% of the time, every time, without fail!
F U ironing board.
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