"It Is Not This Day!"

Fear not! Oh wayward ones of that which shareth rooms. Rest your weary minds at the thought of your heavy load and all things that makes your life harder. Hold you heads high in confidence for you have not the tasks of the mundane, the woes of the meek, the trials of the household slave.

For behold! A young savior comes to you from the land south-er of the south. The one that will save you from you grading enemy's rules and regulations. The ruling judge has no power here while there is still yet a reason of mind in the young savior's head.

For he that takes away your deeds of misuse, your persistent willingness to upset, your general lack of hygiene, he is on the horizon of mirrors unclear and dish unwashed. That while you where still yet out schooling, he cleaned and perfected that what was lost in the night. He made white the walls of black marks, he made fresh the smells of dinners still burned, he made clean the dish of the unwilling. The trash is vanished from you and your bottles of spitting are gone forever in the dumpster of hell. The great white throne is restored to all its splendor again waiting for your return. The watering falls, with its hair removed, its dirt lining vanished and conquered, can now clean your bodies once more.

So go now in boldness! Show no effort in the restoration of the orderly. Pay no dues to the wrath of what may have once been your chores. Show no consideration to the others that tread your paths for you have been saved! You have been delivered from the pit of your own daunting filth, the overwhelming stench of your convenience, the guilt of parties gone late. Sleep soundly through the day knowing that your house is safe from the plagues that once hunted it. You are delivered!

(I need a job)