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Don't ask, don't tell.

"You starch that shirt and watch what happens."

Honestly Henry! In this heat I'll never get the wrinkles out of this Chiffon, so just shoot me!

When I say no starch, I mean no starch. Now, iron that shirt bitch.

We're gonna have to get the wrinkles out of your pecker somehow, too, soldier! So put away that iron!

"Don't ask."

I wish these assholes would switch to perma-press!

Alright Darlin, when your done with that, theres something I have for you to do, Polish my knob.

It irons the creases or it gets the hose again.

"I said, collar, cuffs, SIDES, sleeves!!"

This is the strangest last requsest I've ever heard anyone ask for!

Boy, the things I have to do to get my boyfriend to help with the housework!!

Hey Buddy, we're still looking for Weapons of Mass Destruction and I was noticing that under your.....

Oh honey, I know how much you paid for that Rowenta iron, and how much you love it, and how hard it would be to get a replacement here in Iraq . . . but do I really need to stand guard over it as you're using it?

Iron my shirt! And make me a sandwich while you're at it, bitch.

Woman's work is never done.

It's a bitch getting a Green Beret to pay up after losing a bet.

HONEY!! I'm hooooome!!

Cover me while I finish this highly-classified operation! This is our 5-star general's last set of clean camos, and he needs it to be well-ironed so that he can go take photos with George Bush....

im in ur war, doin ur laundry

Wow, the Folsom Street Fair IS getting more and more hardcore...