Of all the clothes in the basket, they always choose my socks. Nothing of hers, only my socks. They steal them out of the laundry basket and I find them outside all chewed up. Has happened several times. I'm ready to kill the fuckers.
Of all the clothes in the basket, they always choose my socks. Nothing of hers, only my socks. They steal them out of the laundry basket and I find them outside all chewed up. Has happened several times. I'm ready to kill the fuckers.