Wednesday, November 16, 2011

My life is all together very normal. This is my laundromat. I was forced to visit today, despite a rapidly approaching trip home where laundry is joyously free, due to a lack of clean underwear and  a gravy explosion. 
 
How is it that the brightest pairs of underwear always make it to the front to swirl around in full view?

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