mop mop mop, all day long… mop mop mop while i sing my song… mop that floor, make it shine… clean the spraypaint with turpentine!
alright, so i did the dishes and mopped the kitchen floor (AND the foyer, which was extra)… so where’s my fairy godmother so i can go to the ball? i need my carriage, and my glass slippers, and my dress, and…
um… you didn’t see that. it was caused by… umm… sunspots. and marsh gas reflecting off the atmosphere. and magnetic fields. and the bermuda triangle had a hand in it too. ha, ha. shaddup. 😛