Friday, October 8, 2010

Dear fucking random wife beater,

Dear fucking Random Wife Beater,
Oh hello there you random wife beater. How the hell did you end up in my clean laundry? I have never seen you before. No men folk have been over that wear such a garment. My damn cats are so lazy that there is no way they stepped out of my apartment to do some tank shopping. AH, I KNOW. Someone left it in the washer. I didn't look. I added my dirties, deposited my buck and a quarter, and you mixed yourself into my fabric family. The fact of the matter is...I don't want you. I don't know who the hell you belong to. I am going to fucking abandon your (NOW VERY CLEAN) ass in the basement with the lonely socks and random thong. HAVE FUN WITH YOUR NEW FRIENDS. You are no longer wanted here.
I SAID GOOD DAY SIR,
A Salty Hooker

1 comment:

  1. My old roommate used to use her wifebeaters as jizz rags. I hope that's what your newly acquired one was used for too! LUCKY.

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