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I had one of those laundromat days where every single person in the tri-city area was trying to wash every towel and stained bedsheet they ever owned. It’s freakin gross. Why should I have to mix my nike special collector’s edition t-shirts & rainbow lacoste shirts in with some pervert’s goo-yucked boxer briefs? I’m appalled at the amount of old navy pajama pants fat women have to wash (like that’s the only thing they wear) and the ugly amounts of obscure laundry detergent they use. I saw one old guy in a fisherman’s cap stain stick every single one of his shirts before popping them in to the wash. At that point you gotta ask yourself if it’s time to invest in the feeding tube so at least some of the food would end up in your stomach instead of your green & tan hawaiian palm leaf button up dad-shirts. Of course, then you have to take a step back and ask yourself, are these shirts even really worth saving? How about those acid-wash ‘mom jeans’? Maybe those just have to go. If none of your socks come out of the dryer matching, it’s time to buy new ones. The underwire in your Victoria Principle Kmart bra is poking out and/or missing it means it’s not supporting those double d’s from your FUPA.

I’m going back to the Fluff and Fold as soon as possible.