No time to take your suit to a dry cleaner? Just turn on the shower to wash it at home. Washable suits are already available, but Japanese clothing company Konaka says its “Shower Clean” line of business suits, which can be washed in a warm shower and require no ironing, is one-of-a-kind.

Konaka says the suits - made of a lightweight fabric easy to clean - will be available in February in Japan. The firm’s Web site shows how to clean them: Reverse the jacket and pants, put them on clothes hangers and douse with warm water for a few minutes to clean the inside. Repeat the process to clean the outside and drip-dry.

Konaka is targeting job-hunting college students who go through a period of job interviews as well as young businessmen living alone, company official Shigeyuki Tsuchiya said. “They often don’t have time to take their suit to a dry cleaner and it’s difficult for them to iron a wool suit,” he said. “Our suit can return to the original shape easily after a shower.” 

Got Fleas? Grab The Vacuum:

Vacuum cleaners kill fleas just as well as any poison, surprised U.S. researchers said recently. They said a standard vacuum cleaner abuses the fleas so much it kills 96 percent of adult fleas and 100 percent of younger fleas.

So no need to worry that a vacuum cleaner bag may turn into a fleabag breeding ground for the pesky, biting creatures, said Glen Needham, associate professor of entomology at Ohio State University. “No matter what vacuum a flea gets sucked into, it’s probably a one-way trip,” Needham said in a statement.

Now we just need to figure out how to vacuum the dog. 

Hooked On Facts:

Cat’s urine glows under a black light.

If you cut off a snail’s eye, it will grow a new one.

In 1980, a Las Vegas hospital suspended workers for betting on when patients would die!

The flea can jump 350 times its body length. That is like a human jumping the length of a football field.

All major league baseball umpires must wear black underwear while on the job!

All the platinum ever mined would fit into an average-sized living-room!

On some Caribbean islands, the oysters can climb trees.

A moth has no stomach.

Babies are born without kneecaps. 

Just Joking:

Nuns With Hats:

Sitting behind a couple of nuns at a baseball game (whose head gear partially blocked their view), three men decided to badger the nuns in an effort to get them to move.

In a very loud voice, the first guy said, “I think I’m going to move to Utah, there are only 100 nuns living there.”

The second guy spoke up and said, “I want to go to Montana, there are only 5O nuns living there.”

The third guy said, “I want to go to Idaho, there are only 25 nuns living there.”

One of the nuns said, “Why don’t you go to hell ... there aren’t any nuns there!”

No Ma’am:

A store manager overheard a clerk saying to a customer, “No, ma’am, we haven’t had any for some weeks now, and it doesn’t look as if we’ll be getting any soon.” Alarmed, the manager rushed over to the customer who was walking out the door and said, “That isn’t true, ma’am. Of course, we’ll have some soon. In fact, we placed an order for it a couple of weeks ago.”

The manager then drew the clerk aside and growled, “Never, never, never, never say we don’t have something. If we don’t have it, say we ordered it and it’s on its way.

“Now, what was it she wanted?”

The clerk answered, “Snow.”

Flower Misunderstanding:

On opening his new store, a man received a bouquet of flowers. He became dismayed on reading the enclosed card, which expressed “Deepest Sympathy”. While puzzling over the message, his telephone rang. It was the florist, apologizing for having sent the wrong card.

“Oh, it’s all right,” said the storekeeper. “I’m a businessman and I understand how these things can happen.”

“But,” added the florist, “I accidentally sent your card to a funeral party.”

“Well, what did it say?” ask the storekeeper.

“Congratulations on your new location...”

American Football:

A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first American football game. They had great seats right at the fifty yard line. It was exciting too, a real nail biter. After the game, he asked her if she had a good time.

“Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but... I just couldn’t understand why they were all killing each other over 25 cents.”

Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like...Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”