Where custodians go to party
Think an ice luge will get you blotto? Try a mop bucket. Because nothing quite says “I’m here to rage” like chasing a Jäger shot with industrial-strength floor cleaner.
Make no mistake, friendo, janitorial shindigs are fucking retarded. Like huffing-urinal-cakes-until-you-shit-your-pants retarded. And the shop below knows it.
Then there’s the sexual deviance. My god. Get invited to a janitor’s ball, and you will never look at a push broom the same way again.
I mean, can you imagine the key parties that go down with these?
The possibilities are too frightful to imagine.