I believe that if I managed to wash and put away every item of clothing in the house it would mark the end of my life. After the last pair of mismatched socks was shoved in a drawer I would start off with a small giggle which would lead into a hearty chuckle which would then turn into full blown maniacal laughter. Laughter so insane that it could only be done while violently throwing my head back. I'd then smack it on something hard and die.
Don't worry. This will never happen. I will never die. I have way too much $#%@ laundry to do.
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I AGREE!! i feel like I am going to end up inhaling too much bleach and fabric softener, thereby going insane and following the head-hitting episode that killed YOU.
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