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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