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| Re: UPDATE by Ice Cream Jonsey 07/20/2011, 9:55am PDT | ||||
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| My gal has community laundry where she lives. I haven't had the pleasure since college, so I forgot about how awful people are in that context. There's signs asking people to give 15 minutes after a load finishes before removing the wet clothes of another. (Or the dry ones? I don't know.) So naturally, the night before a trip, the laundry machines are HOPPING and because people are terrible you have to keep track of when a load is finished and then add time. She gives the person closest to finishing 20 minutes and then heads down to the laundry room, while I remain doing whatever the fuck it was I was doing.
The instant she goes to move the clothes, the stupid bitch whose stuff it was enters and screams, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" My gal apologized instead of breaking that cunt's face in two because she is a good person, probably too good. A laundry thief sounds even worse and not only do I hope you identify him or her, but I hope we can get this sick filth's photo on Caltrops. (If I can get a picture of the bitch in my story, I will do that as well.) I would like to move an arcade machine into the laundry room where she lives, but I guess it couldn't be a cocktail-style one, as it being a table for the wet clothes of monsters would quickly short it out. This looks like a job for Gyruss. Oh -- too much laundry isn't a problem when people go to the California Extreme Arcade Convention. the dark and gritty...Ice Cream Jonsey! |
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