I am so clean out of clean clothes i already wore my bikini bottoms and bought hipster undies from american apparel.
But here i was, moved into my nice comfy (fairly, dare i say it, clean) house thinking that hey, i've gotta leave for russia tomorrow and laundry doesn't take that long so i'll just do it tonight.
DUMB THOUGHT.
The heavyweight's dryer doesn't work.
Again, i know. I KNOW. I should be shocked and awed that a house full of guys even has a dryer, even knows what a dryer is. Still, i was less than happy dragging the bag of laundry to saybrook...in the rain.
but the thought of clean undie-pants is there,
man. it's there urging me to push on, the light ahead that draws me ever the closer.
Seriously though.
I never want to have to wear these things again...
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