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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Please Get Your Shit Out of the Drier. Now.


Seriously. Every time I go down to the basement, the drier's crammed to the gills with your tubesocks and American Eagle boardshorts. Remember: your typical North American wash/dry cycle lasts about an hour. Make an Outlook calendar appointment, set an alarm clock, whatever it takes. Just come get your shit.

Fresh words at Indood, a flash piece that goes by the name of "Downstairs Neighbor Ben and The Girlfriend," concerning neighborly eavesdropping. Don't front, you do it too. Thanks to Roger for the nod.