A Compulsion to Clean
In hindsight, this comic should’ve preceded yesterday’s strip. I might try swapping the dates on these two strips later.
Bug Martini
Random nonsense three days a week
In hindsight, this comic should’ve preceded yesterday’s strip. I might try swapping the dates on these two strips later.
I’m getting the sudden urge to name my appliances too! :O
Oh my god! I want a dust bunny too *_*
I liked this one! Lol @ sucky.
the brave little toaster! my favourite movie when i was a kid! 😀
Yeah, it’s a good movie. Unfortunately, it makes impressionable kids really hard to turn on to the idea of “recycling.”
(I came around eventually.)
Wait, you mean dust bunnies DON’T turn girls on?
But… they’re bunnies! Bunnies are cute!
NO bunnies are evil!
What do they need such good eyesite for anyway. Bunnies, bunnies it must be bunnies…or maybe midgets
Bug probably had panic attacks when those ‘don’t feel sorry for the lamp’ commercials where airing.
I had a panic attack when those commercials were airing.
I call my vacuum Mr. iVac.
And my cat hates him! Poor Mr. iVac.
iVac the Terrible, as he’s known by the Russian kitties, is a weapon of mass distraction, so that hatred is well deserved.
Never try to hold a cat and a DustBuster at the same time.
sucky!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA
my cats are afraid of the vacume to. must be the noise it makes.
“It was there when I moved in” so much LOL.
The vacuum is called the enemy armored personnel carrier in my house. The cats, the dog, and the baby all seem to think it will unleash some horrible evil upon them.
My kid feels this way too.
Hands up if you only vacuum easily accessible areas of the floor plus behind stuff that is light enough to be moved with the hose and head of the vacuum itself. There, that’ll do!
I guess that would be me.
Sucky. Wow. I’d invoke Freud, but that would say more about me then you I think.
In deference to my cat, I call my vacuum “The Big Noise Making Machine.” (“The Little Noise Making Machine,” of course, is the hairdryer.)
The “swoon” made me snicker. Also, unusually, I just had a conversation about The Brave Little Toaster. We were discussing favorite characters…mine was the radio.
I was only disappointed that the dust bunny wasn’t bunny-shaped. I watched Big Comfy Couch as a child.
Oh, now I’m gonna need to find a copy of the Brave Little Toaster. I *loved* that movie! Kudos for working that in!
Hope I am not to late to warn you that rewatching it might destroy your childhood. I probably am. I am sorry.
That cheeto has been on the floor since you moved in? I’m guessing you’re single, Adam. My wife is total neat-freak, insisting that the floor be vacuumed EVERY WEEK, can you believe it?
When I was single, it was just like the first panel. Cleaning only commenced once the living quarters reached “pig-sty” level. And then it was only cleaned until it was back to “lived-in” comfortable level.
My, how things have changed.
Cleaning takes place when the advent of females in the space is nigh. No cleanie no nookie.
This one reminds me of someone
Panel 3 got me good. Nice work!
I bet if I used my thrash to create amazing pieces of art girls would love em
…unless they smell bad ;/
It looks like the dust bunny is trying to say something… around its edges… I think it says… NIM()KIbLisUN?/UrSICINsr. Dust bunny. Do you speak it?
If it’s a dust Bun-bun, it probably says: ‘Ka-click!’
a dust Bun-Bun would be armed with a can of Raid … those poor bugs wouldn’t stand a chance
awww too bad the dust bunny wasnt in the shape of a bunny, seems big enough to shape it :O
3rd panel always reminds me of lil segment I like to play around with my friends. “Talk dirty to me!” “Ok…Mud…dust bunnies…cobwebs…oh yes!”
Brave Little Toaster! I miss that movie SO much.
This was SO me today….
Yup, #3 – back when my wife and I were first dating, the only time my apartment ever got cleaned was right before she was coming over.
I’m a girl and I’m pretty slobby; I prefer kinda-sorted piles of stuff to neat little rows or whatever…but every once in a while I do randomly have the urge to de-sty myself (and no, that doesn’t mean every five minutes instead of three = P). I don’t know why those moments happen, either.
I’m pretty sure Hooverius is a Roman god.
Or a president. One or the other.