I've been doing so much ironing lately, and so obssessed with churning out nicely-ironed clothes hung nicely on hangers that I've lost my marbles actually. This is an actual conversation I overheard, the Shirt saying to the Iron, near the Ironing Board ...
"Oooh. I love the feel of your smooth shiny metal body. I can't wait to have you hard metal running over my shirt body.
Ok, I've just come out of the dryer, and I'm damp and I'm steamy. Iron me.
Iron me! Don't leave me suspended on a hanger!
Iron me over and over again, run your iron over my creases and my wrinkles. Run it over my entire fabric. See the steam. Hear the sizzle. Lay me down on your ironing board and iron me until I'm flat out.
Plug yourself into the elctrical socket and heat yourself up. Fill yourself up with water. Steam it up. Just for me. Iron me.
Unbutton me, spread me open, and lay me down on the ironing board, and iron me.
Ok. I'm done. Lay me flat on the ironing board and let me cool down."
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