My wife returns today after about two weeks away, and she left the dreaded order, "Don't leave a mess for me to return to," which means I'm paranoid about what's considered a mess and was up until 3 scrubbing tile with a toothbrush and washing out imaginary bloodstains.
May 7, 2025 10:45This is the EC adaptation of the Ray Bradbury story (Johnny Craig art) of the guy wiping off the fingerprints after.
She comes home and wonders why her toothbrush tastes of bleach.
Always the way; up all night washing out bloodstains and forget all about the corpse you left in the hall.
You have to abolish all entropy; get a dilution refrigerator and immerse the whole place in liquid He3
and left the real ones... nice
