OMG I'm Old
The new joy of my life.
I ran into a cute girl in the laundry room last Friday night. She was slowly sorting through her underwear waiting for me to finish emptying the dryer. After an exchange of a few shy smiles, I packed off my laundry basket with a farewell, "Exciting Friday night, huh?"
I went back to my apartment and admired my new dishes from Uwajimaya. God I love them... They give me a deep sense of fulfillment that no underwear-folding hottie ever could.
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Sorry I deleted my comment. I wanted to fix the typos. I should proof read first, I guess.
One of the fundamental philosophies of tramps and spivs is that underwear folding hotties always rank above all material things. You should combine your loves. Make some red Jell-o and pour it into your new bowls and put a little dallop of whipped cream on it and next time she's doing laundry (this might require surveillance and stalking-- but rule two of tramps and spivs is "sometimes the two S's are necessary".) you start a conversation about how it's funny that red has become a flavor as well as a color. And talk about how nice Jell-o is. How it always makes you feel like a little kid. Does she like Jell-o? Would she like to see your new plates from IKEA? What do her plates look like? It might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Maybe she loves plates, too! Good luck. I'm living vicariously on this one. And I don't say that much.
I wish that were so, Diane. I wish that were so.
Underwear foldings hotties rock. I probably need to meet a few more of them myself. :-)
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