So, last night dude said to me,
I haven't done laundry since I came to Toronto.
WHAT? You've been here for a month!
I know, but I just keep recycling everything.
I'd been thinking he had a bit of a malodorous effect on the house. Now I know why. Good grief, man! Even if you buy into the whole recycling theory, one pair of underwear still only lasts four days. Dude has three pairs of pants and I've seen maybe two different shirts. I don't even want to know about the underwear situation.
[violent shudder]
And, hey, the whole walking to the laundromat excuse is moot. We have laundry in the house. Free laundry, even. With free laundry detergent.
See, and you guys thought that smell was emanating from the Stinky Monkey...
that's totally disgusting. Why on earth would someone do that? But, I forget, which one is "dude"? The "guitare" dude or the "Calgarian" dude?
Anne