last night I came face to face with Satan himself, also goes by the name of the Dyson Airblade. I like their vacuums but that thing is the most mind blowing stupidly designed contraption on the planet. it's the world's worst game of Operation, where winning (difficult) means semi-dry hands and losing (very easy) means fecal handshakes/fist bumps with anyone else who has ever used it.
anyways I lost again, and it shall be a grim reminder that given the choice, simply wiping on my own clothes will always be the far superior option. never again shall I stare down this cackling, gaping maw and pray that it helps with my washroom hygiene.
