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The Hideous Art of Dry-Cleaning
I have always been fascinated with the notion that pipple can actually dry clean shite. The words dry and clean are not supposed to occur one after the other. It simply boggles the mind. It must be simply impossible to clean something without getting it wet. Therefore I conclude (without googling anything like a Neanderthal) that dry cleaning must be some sort of arcane art performed by sprinkling magic powder onto soiled laundry whilst muttering words of magic and power. By the same assumption, I also suspect that laundries are actually run by warlocks and witches made redundant by the tireless progress of technology in today’s society.
The huge washing machines in the laundries actually transform into cauldrons that bubble and boil after midnight when nobody is around. Have you also noticed that the staff in laundries are always small in stature? I bet they are servants of magic that transform into pixies or elves as well.
Why have I brought this insane topic up? What have I been smoking? Have I been reading too much JK Rowling shite?
See you I dryclean stuff every week. Sometimes I get some badass stains on my shirts and they always come back as good as new from the drycleaners. It’s friggin magic, I tell ya. A drycleaned shirt can be folded anyhowly into a little bag and when you take it out, it’s not crumpled at all!
Things like that require the skills of a warlock/witch, I tell ya.