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Alright well I always decide to do something out of the kindness of my heart. Little do I realize that this usually results in me being physically or mentally scarred for life. I decided that I would clean up a little so that my mom wouldn't have to worry about it when she got home. I started by washing the dishes and then I figured I should do some laundry too. I folded all the clothes that were in the dryer. Then I noticed some stains on the other clothes that needed to be taken care of before being put into the washer. So I used this stain remover stuff on them. After I finished I noticed a small piece of skin missing from my finger, no big deal right? Aha, WRONG. Apparently I was being eaten alive by a stain remover. Perhaps the liquidy goo was hungry? Or maybe, just maybe, it confused me for Michael Jackson coming in for another bleaching. I have never in my life been so scared of a cleaning product. Where my skin should have been, started to bleed and burn quite like that of the firey depths of hell. You can only imagine my joy. After a few too many moments of panicking, I realized this demon cleaner was going to continue ravenously consuming my flesh if I didn't act quickly. I dashed to the bathroom where I profusely and diligently washed the dastardly goop from my skin. When I was finished, I promptly threw the bottle away. It has been said that this cleaning product has taken over many cities, leaving a trail of ruined people in its wake. I will never again do something kind for another when it involves cleaning products. One can never be too careful. |
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