Thursday, April 3, 2014

83 - Laundry Day

     I love laundry day.  I work in an office.  I love suits; they get dry cleaned. 
I wash two loads of laundry on Sunday.  One load is six days worth of dark shirts,
underwear, and socks.  The other load consists of sheets.  I usually fall asleep on my
couch (single persons curse) so my sheets can make it the week, unless I have company.
     It usually takes me a month to get enough white clothes dirty to do a load of them. 
Sundays I usually roll commando in a pair of jeans with a sweatshirt or an Express zip
up.  That's right if you see me out on a Sunday (that's providing you do see me and I
haven't jumped out of your line of sight) I'm rolling commando. 
     Now that I've said that  I may go out of my way to stop and talk to you since you now know my balls are swinging  free.  Every time I laugh when I talk to you in that store aisle know that I'm getting tickled.  I love laundry day.
That Beautiful Black Man


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