I've only been back to good ol' Ball State University for about a week and a half, and I am already gravely pissed off. "Oh Paul, why are you so angry?" you might ask. Well, I'm going to tell you.
When you put your clothes in the community washer/dryer, set a fucking timer for yourself so you remember to go get that shit so that I don't have to waste my valuable time that I could be spending playing Marvel vs. Capcom 2 going back and forth between here and the laundry room to see if you've removed your totally awesome Tommy Hilfiger boxers or whatever the fuck.
These possible solutions are as follows:
1) I will keep time after your washer cycle is over. If your clothes stay in there for 15 minutes after you should have come to get them, I will take them out and throw them on the floor.
2) Same as above, except instead of throwing your clothes on the floor, I will use them to build a headrest for drunks throwing up in the bathroom.
3) I will hide in the laundry room and when you come to get your clothes late, I will start wailing on you with a wire hanger. Illustration:
![](http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/8869/righteousfurycopy1oh.gif)
Please note that my arms are moving so fast that they are a blur. Also note the manifestation of my anger as a shell of flames surrounding me. Those are because of my righteous fury. Also note the unlucky contestant's pink polo shirt. (The rest of his clothes are pink too, because I got tired of switching colors.)
I hope we don't have to have this discussion again.