Funny Story
So I'm doing laundry tonight. This is a rare occasion, because I could probably go a month and a half without washing anything or wearing anything twice. I have *that* many clothes. So I get a few loads done, and I'm like, gee, I should probably go wash all my stuff from when I went to visit Dawson.
I go downstairs, and I just chuck everything into one washer. It's all darks, and I don't really care about any of it.
When it comes time to put my stuff in the dryer, I remember that I have one navy blue shirt that I can't put in the dryer or it'll shrink. So I'm sifting through the clothes, and finally I find the navy blue shirt. I start to pick it up, and I'm like, damn. It stretched in the wash. I *knew* i shouldn't wash it with all this shit.
So then I'm like... wait a sec... where did the collar go? How did it get a gray rim? And who the *fuck* shops at the Gap? Definitely *not* me.
And then I start laughing.
Because it's one of Dawson's shirts.
And irony is one hell of a bitch.
*Binkaboo
I go downstairs, and I just chuck everything into one washer. It's all darks, and I don't really care about any of it.
When it comes time to put my stuff in the dryer, I remember that I have one navy blue shirt that I can't put in the dryer or it'll shrink. So I'm sifting through the clothes, and finally I find the navy blue shirt. I start to pick it up, and I'm like, damn. It stretched in the wash. I *knew* i shouldn't wash it with all this shit.
So then I'm like... wait a sec... where did the collar go? How did it get a gray rim? And who the *fuck* shops at the Gap? Definitely *not* me.
And then I start laughing.
Because it's one of Dawson's shirts.
And irony is one hell of a bitch.
*Binkaboo