Messy Enthusiast Mugs

"My decorating style is more like 'Flung Shui'."

'You have to clean it yourself. There is no delete key.'

'I like looking lived in.'

'The sleepover was great Mum: Timmy's house is a pigsty just like ours...'

'I'm just exercising my first amendment rights.'

"There, all neat and tidy!"

'Because of the mess, 'Mr. Potato Salad-Head' never took off.'

'You could say this is how my husband and I support local arts.'

'...and this is the Mess.'

'You're a filthy pig, Gordon! I guess that's why I love you so much.'

'You're honoured, Mr. Coombes - He won't do that for just anyone!'

"Perhaps it was wrong to say 'May our company become a home to you'..."

'How do I know your ours?'

'Ah, it seems that I've completely misjudged the mood of the evening.'

My motto is "A place for everything and everything all over the place".

'I'm all about quantity.'

'Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but with Jimmy it's next to impossible.'

"I'm here because I keep bumping into old friends. Like, literally bumping into them."

'What do you expect Marjorie, I am a grub.'

'We were mud wrestling.'

"One checker, two packs of cigarettes, two screws, one teapot bird, one piece of coal, three lighters, one Christmas light, one clove of garlic, four boxes of matches, two books, three pieces of broken dish, eggshells, one saltshaker peg, one pen, one cre

CLEAN YOUR ROOM! 'Out of sight, out of mind...'

Cat in bandages and on a crutch.

What's in your back seat? Nothing. There's paper everywhere, and dirty clothes, and something that smells like a drunk threw up and then rolled around in it. That looks like ancient cheese. Introducing: The flaw. You haven't cleaned this since the '90s. Big whoop.

Stamped

"No, it's not burglars dear, it's only Samantha looking for the chocolate biscuits!"

Face it -- you resent me for the exploring in depth a world that you take for granted.

'My husband is a police detective. He does know how to toss a room.'

"No, I didn't have a tracking chip implanted in you. The reason I know every room you've been in is because I followed your mud trail."

'What do you expect Marjorie, I am a grub.'

'Oh, she's not an early developer, that was just a lucky throw.'

'I told you this would happen if you kept leaving your clothes on the floor.'

"Hey—nice place!"

'I can't get into my room because of all the clothes, books and C.Ds piled up against the door, so we have to go in this way.'

"Do you want African white-backed vultures? Because this is how you're gonna get African white-backed vultures."