machine was full of wet clothes.
"mother fucker" i said with cigarette ash falling off the end of the smoke hanging out of my mouth.
i was gonna grab the clothes and put em in the dryer. that breaks code though. you can't do that shit. people get all sketchy about you touching their shit. i guess i don't blame them.
"man that fuckin pisses me off. damnit!" i said. i opened the dryer. fucking clothes in there. why are people so damned lazy? on closer look, i saw that it was a bunch of womens drawers. "delicates" as they say. all kinds of panties. there were all different colors and there were a lot of them. i thought that someone wasn't gonna need to wash their underpants for like a month with all of those panties in there. some dirty girl leaves all those soiled panties all over their apartment. i knew who it was too. there weren't that many women in my complex and only one with an ass that big. there were 8 units in my particular section. it was sandy's. she lived above me. had to be her. why would that chick have so many pairs of panties? man, i have like 6 pairs of shorts.
somebody please explain why underwear is primarily white too? i mean, come on for fuck sake. even the cleanest hottest most put together chick still leaks fluid. and dudes, for real? all underwear should be at least dark.
in the dryer was a bunch of white panties, some black ones, looked like some sports bras and a pink satin pair.
i wrote a note on the detergent box in thick black ink that read:
"other people use this place too."
i put my smoke out on the floor and took my laundry back up to my apartment and dropped the shit off in my room. it was 8:14. i grabbed another beer and sat down. a few minutes later i heard sandy upstairs roaming around or whatever the fuck she was doing. it sounded like she was rolling bowling balls around up there or cannon balls or something. she was loud as hell. her big sloppy ass all slopping around all sloppy and shit.
"your laundry's done" i yelled up at the ceiling. she didn't hear me. fuck it. i finished my beer. i'm just gonna go to fibbers early. i got in my car, '89 blonde escort with a huge drawing of jimi hendrix in the back window. shit looked smoking.
"mother fucker" i said with cigarette ash falling off the end of the smoke hanging out of my mouth.
i was gonna grab the clothes and put em in the dryer. that breaks code though. you can't do that shit. people get all sketchy about you touching their shit. i guess i don't blame them.
"man that fuckin pisses me off. damnit!" i said. i opened the dryer. fucking clothes in there. why are people so damned lazy? on closer look, i saw that it was a bunch of womens drawers. "delicates" as they say. all kinds of panties. there were all different colors and there were a lot of them. i thought that someone wasn't gonna need to wash their underpants for like a month with all of those panties in there. some dirty girl leaves all those soiled panties all over their apartment. i knew who it was too. there weren't that many women in my complex and only one with an ass that big. there were 8 units in my particular section. it was sandy's. she lived above me. had to be her. why would that chick have so many pairs of panties? man, i have like 6 pairs of shorts.
somebody please explain why underwear is primarily white too? i mean, come on for fuck sake. even the cleanest hottest most put together chick still leaks fluid. and dudes, for real? all underwear should be at least dark.
in the dryer was a bunch of white panties, some black ones, looked like some sports bras and a pink satin pair.
i wrote a note on the detergent box in thick black ink that read:
"other people use this place too."
i put my smoke out on the floor and took my laundry back up to my apartment and dropped the shit off in my room. it was 8:14. i grabbed another beer and sat down. a few minutes later i heard sandy upstairs roaming around or whatever the fuck she was doing. it sounded like she was rolling bowling balls around up there or cannon balls or something. she was loud as hell. her big sloppy ass all slopping around all sloppy and shit.
"your laundry's done" i yelled up at the ceiling. she didn't hear me. fuck it. i finished my beer. i'm just gonna go to fibbers early. i got in my car, '89 blonde escort with a huge drawing of jimi hendrix in the back window. shit looked smoking.
