Ok, I bought one. I love mister clean, he's my dream man.
What's not to love? He's bald, buff, and carries a mop.
Anyway, Caitlyn just ASKED if she could mop.
By all means. Mop every hard floor we have.
"Where's the mop bucket?"
Um, Caitlyn, you don't need one. Get it wet, wring it out, and mop. Nothing easier than that.
And it gets serious gunk off that damn floor too.
It's worth the 14 bucks we spent on it.
Too bad it didn't come with mr. clean.
He's hot.
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