This is just a very short update on the underpants haunting my house.
It's been two months since I bought them. Two months since I washed them.
I was attacked by a pair of giant gray underpants while folding laundry a few days ago. There is no rational reason any of those pants should still be in our laundry, but yet, those were there.
I'm trying to put them all in one place, but I still seem to find them when I least expect it!
I'm scared! Do you think Victoria's Secret could come to my house and do an exorcism?
3 comments:
This is perplexing. Maybe you should try a Ghostbusters type approach maybe with some proton packs and traps.
Anonymous, I don't know if I know you or not, but I like your style.
Do you know where I could get an unlicensed nuclear reactor?
Oh you know me. I have deep E.L. roots. But I traveled a little bit further West in the past 10 years.
You might check with Dan Ackroyd. I hear he has squirreled away quite a bit from the movies.
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