As you lay there, moaning, barely able to lift your chest for an inhalation of fresh air, you remember how excited you were about the Clothes Hanger Steamer you purchased with the hope of it improving your life and your appearance.

Assembly of the hanging unit was facilitated by the brief period of mania that accompanied the excitement of the purchase, however, since then you haven't been able to muster enough energy to actaully hang anything at all.

If you did you would have marvelled at how, at the flick of a switch, the water boils in the heating reservoir and rises through the hanging structure into the detachable hangers and out its steam valves, which blast the clothes with hot mist. Oh, how fresh and wrinkle-free your shirt would be on one of these hangers the following day. But you just lay there, pantsless and stinking, contemplating a wank.