You know the feeling: you've spent hours perfecting your craft, only to have your skills rendered useless by the cruel hand of fate. Here are 5 reasons why bleach burnout is the ultimate existential crisis of the modern age:
Your cat, that beautiful, fluffy monster, is watching you as you scrub the toilet, silently judging your every move. And you can't even blame them, really. I mean, who needs human interaction when you have a furry overlord demanding snacks and belly rubs?
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As you're scrubbing away, you can't help but wonder: what's with the 20-gallon bin of slightly-used-toy-sets, gently-worn-velcro-onesies, and slightly-dented- plastic-doll-heads? Are they having some sort of yard-sale- existential crisis, too?