Beefy
Worst gambler ever
Everything in my life was finally on track, going fantastic. I've got a place lined up in Hawaii, that pesky foot fungus was finally killed, and I can smile without covering my mouth with my hand.
Then this happens.
I was doing my laundry today, whites, and the wash cycle ended, so I go to put the clothes in the dryer. I open the door, put the four quarters in, and start tossing my clothes in. While I'm throwing my last heap into the machine, a freakin' moth flies in and the clothes land on top of him. Then, to my horror, I can't find him. I root through all my clothes, and he's gone. That little bastard had better end up in the lint trap.
Why me? Why ALWAYS me?
Then this happens.
I was doing my laundry today, whites, and the wash cycle ended, so I go to put the clothes in the dryer. I open the door, put the four quarters in, and start tossing my clothes in. While I'm throwing my last heap into the machine, a freakin' moth flies in and the clothes land on top of him. Then, to my horror, I can't find him. I root through all my clothes, and he's gone. That little bastard had better end up in the lint trap.
Why me? Why ALWAYS me?