In 1913, Archie, Eddie, Charlie, Bill and Rufus invested a 100 bucks a piece and opened up the first bleach factory in the United States. I'm sure they're all dead now from inhaling bleach fumes, but I'll be eternally grateful to them for creating a cleaning product that has stood the test of time and is still being used to scrub grime and waste off of toilets all over the world.
On June 16th, 2011 I used Clorox Bleach to clean the kitchen and the bathroom. There was grime, grease, and dirt everywhere, but now there's not and I'm still alive to tell the tale.
The cool thing about using bleach to clean is that no matter what substance my hands comes across the rest of the day my fingers will still smell like sweet bleach. I'm sure if my cat, Fonzie had his way he'd be licking my fingers until I was bleeding, but I put his ass in the bedroom
when I started cleaning cause he's a real freak for the shit. It's
like crack to him or something.
Next room on my agenda will be the master bedroom. Obviously I'll
be using Pledge, and Windex in there (two other cleaning products I've become
rather fond of over the years).
After I get a good base cleaning done in the bedroom it will be time to tackle the basement
and I'll have to bring out the big artillery. I'm not sure what the big artillery is, but I'll meditate on that over the weekend.
P.S. My wife came home from work and started to orgasm. Not from bleach, but from the cleanliness of the house.