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last night was laundry night. i gained courage and went to the creepy basement where the washer and dryer live. someone else was drying their clothes, no biggie, by the time i was done washing they would more than likely be done. my crap luck, it just had to be the loony girl, aka crazy chick. on top of the dryer was a big note asking that no one take her laundry.

to her i say:

1. there are only 6 people living in the house, granted 3 of which HATE you, but it’s not like you’re at a seedy laundromat where people steal your clothes.

2. your clothes are ugly, no one wants them. trust me.

if i’m wrong, then next time you see ben or carl clad in your hippie skirts, just kindly ask them to return to owner. i’m sure they would happily oblige.