I’ve never known anyone to get so panicky over ironing a shirt!
“Will you help me do this?”
“Yeah sure, it’s easy, just take the iron and go chwoo chwoo chwoo and you’re done.”
“Okay okay…AHHH!! IT’S STEAMING!!”
“It’s okay!! That’s normal, that’s okay.”
“But what if it catches fire!”
“It won’t…”
“AHH!! It’s still wrinkled!!”
“Don’t worry, just go over it again..”
“AHHH!!”
“CALM DOWN!! It’ll be fine..”
“Okay okay…phew…alright…..GAHHH!”
“BRENDAN!!”
Anyway, dancing tonight, even though half the campus has the Centre plague. And I finally de-lazified myself and updated my site.
I remember the first time I ironed a shirt. Caught an entire village on fire. Watched countless people burn to a crispy death. With that said, you can never be too careful, kids. Only you can prevent village fires.
Goodness! I knew not the potential dangers, I’ll have to monitor nearby villages every time Brendan irons shirts…
*BAHBAH-LINK!!!* Um,…centre plague? Since when does a college give one-hour death to half of europe during the dark ages? *GASP FOR BREATH!!*