Screw you laundromat! I’m not setting foot in your dingy, grimy, suppose-to-be-clean rat hole again for two weeks. I’ve enough underwear to last me …like… forever!
Tonight I zero in on the 25 shirts and get that down to 15. I decide what to wear on the plane. Here’s a thought: why don’t people dress nicely on planes anymore? Last time I was on one, there were far too many sweat pants. People! Bad! No! Sweat pants are only for post-sex trips to the kitchen for food and maybe the gym.
Now to get SharkBoy to fold this shit!
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I agree with you re: dressing for flights. I mean, it’s not the glory days of travel — flying these days is often an exercise in frustration and humiliation — but at least upgrade from sweats. (Even if the carrier is Southwest or AirTran or WestJet.)
I hope you guys have a great vacation. Who’s taking care of George Hamilton?