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I'm never gonna shower again…

Ah, the joys of the clean bathroom. It shines and sparkles and it smells nice. It makes the morning that much brighter and the water feel warmer and all manner of things cuddly, hygienic and fragrant. 

Here's what really happens, courtesy of the league of People against Dirty. It seems they want nutrition information printed on cleaning products.



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