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Never rub another man's rhubarb. I, for one, have never had a clue what that means. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it's an actual cliché. It's just something the Joker told Bruce Wayne in the first Tim Burton Batman film, and I've been quoting it ever since. But do you wanna know what rubs my rhubarb? Laundry day.
If you're like me, you hate laundry day more than the thought of someone pouring boiling hot asparagus pee all over your body while making you watch a video of your dog getting run over by a Mack Truck in slow motion, over, and over, and over again. I mean honestly, couldn't we just have a nice terrorist attack, or the King of some Genre of music die on that day instead?
Nevertheless, laundry day happens to all of us from time to time, and unfortunately, today is the day. Mercury isn't even in Preschool yet today. It's gone back WAY beyond retrograde. Do not put faith into any social engagement, relationship, business proposition, or other important matters of any kind for the duration of this awful, dreaded day.
Imagine that today was like a Fortune 500 CEO. Do not give him 50 cents to go buy you a soda from the drink machine and think you'll ever see him again. NO ONE is to be trusted. Lock yourself in your respective room/office/cubicle/cell, and don't come out until the sheets are clean, and your belly button, much like all of your clothes, are free of lint.
While you remain locked in your current dwellings, here are a few ideas of what you could be doing with all that belly button/dryer lint:
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