I hate when I go down to my apartment building's laundry room and see a girl in sweatpants going through my clothing in the dryer. Then you approach her and say, "I think those are my clothes," and she reponds, "I was just making sure there was nothing of mine in there." I hate that too.
Because wtf does it mean?!
Were you stealing my clothes? Did you think I was stealing your clothes? Something tells me the latter isn't likely. Please back away from the dryer.
It's a good thing I air dry most of my clothes. Although, you know, my gym socks are pretty damn sexy. To say nothing of my hand towels. Hot!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment