Sarah and I attempted to do laundry tonight. A word to the wise: Save your 20 p's. The machines only take those and pounds, which we found out after struggling with them for ten minutes. Hey, at least there was a drunk Australian helping us...
I'm hoping that the purple tank top he was folding was a girl's. However, by the looks of him, the only girl this guy ever brings home is Stella Artois (I know because she was with him at the laundrette).
I'll feel bad if he reads this. But then again, I'm not entirely sure he can- read that is.
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Not like doing laundry at home!
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