Because a bird pooped through the open window and I wear grease under my nails as a badge of honor.

I snubbed all those perfect bodies on parade at Starbucks and paid tribute to the grunting, slopping, dirtiness of life.

Relieved that the seduction of car washing was perfected for Luke and cliched by Playboy so I can think of it as dirty hard work.

Wax on... Wax off...
I never saw the movie, but it still ruins my mental rest.