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posted by
Matie
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September 26, 2007
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Hey, you know, I've always found that ironing is a topic people love.
Everyone has a view on it, it's true. Not sure whether I'm up to doing a sonnet on it yet, though. Maybe when I'm really stuck for a subject!
posted by
Antonionioni
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September 26, 2007
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I prefer ...
your other heading
... is it just me, or does Antonionionionionioni and ironinginginginginging in the same line make you dizzy?
posted by
White_Elephant
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September 26, 2007
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Antonionionionioni
I grew up in the day when everything, and I mean everything, hadto be ironed--starched, sprinkled, rolled, covered, let set until just right and then ironed. It took hours and hours and hours. I would set up my ironing board beside the big console radio and iron to the sounds of what is now called golden oldies.
posted by
TAPS.
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September 26, 2007
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Domesticanton, I love washing but hate ironing. Never do it actually.
Come on out here to Aussie land love and I'll show you the colors of the outback !!!!!!!
posted by
Kabu
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September 25, 2007
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Amazingly, I completed the ironing within the duration of one CD.
I raced through it like the blazes. Made a few marks on one or two white shirts, mind, but then that's par for the course.
posted by
Antonionioni
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September 25, 2007
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IRONING! Ugh! Chris.
posted by
Scramble
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September 25, 2007
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I echo spinner's sentiments--did i say sinner's compliments? Here's a swamp
http://www.martin.j.benoit.net/w-ss.jpg
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
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September 25, 2007
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why the hell not go for it / spinner
posted by
spinner
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September 25, 2007
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