after taking turns throwing each other into bushes and trees and street signs and posts we stumbled in plastered to the laundry room to find the superintendent’s wife waiting for a load of laundry to finish and she had FOLDED. MY. LAUNDRY! i’m glad fil was there with me cos the exchange wouldn’t have been pleasant at all, i mean, she would have scolded me but cos super tall responsible kempt facial hair guy was with me it was like oh ok no biggie i totally folded YOUR UNDERWEAR!
???
then she told us that the laundry room closes at ten bla bla we knew this already and i couldn’t control the volume of my voice so i was like yell-talking and thanking her and saying YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THAT and in my head i am like FUMING.
i preferred it when our clothes were tossed soggy and wet into a pile wait, no i didn’t.
do you think she was trying to teach me a lesson by folding my laundry? cos all i learned was to FUCKIN PAAAAARTY AAAAAALL NIIIIITE LOOOONG DUUUUDE AND THEN MY LAUNDRY GETS FOLDED YES!
