Finally, a dustpan large enough to hold my hatred of modern art.
It's already got a couple of my Craptions in it.
Transformers attempt to blend in with a typical American household.
Why? Because dust-elephants are serious fucking business.
You've heard of sham-wow. Now, prepare for broom-holy-fuck!
As promised, sweeping reforms. Thanks Obama administration.
And....another art major enters the work force....
One man's trash is another man's . . . no, no, wait, it's still trash.
You know what I hate about this exhibit? That stupid line of dirt you can never get in the dust pan.
This is as exciting as it gets at the International Janitorial Museum.
Listen Chuck, all I'm saying is that maybe you could've used the only two shots from your Gigant-o-Gun a bit more wisely.
"No Professor, you gotta give me that extension...You wouldn't believe what happened to my term paper!!"
I think it's great that we're finally erecting monuments to the contribution of women in society.
Tired of being outdone by Swiffer, a deadly revenge is exacted
BP couldn've used one of these and a giant rug a few months back.