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Nope, sorry, the dryer saps those small items of their will to live.
THINK OF THE SOCKS!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | February 25, 2013 at 08:21 PM
Only if you're hoping the underpants will rise...
Posted by: mikey | February 25, 2013 at 08:53 PM
Only when the socks start thinking of me, thundra! I'm tired of being their matchmaker when they don't seem to care. You want you sole mate?? Try sticking together... or if opposites do attract, society needs to lighten up on those who wear mismatched socks... mmm-hmmm!
Only if you're hoping the underpants will rise...
Oh dear...
Posted by: Jennifer | February 26, 2013 at 06:06 AM
I am sure the Family Research COuncil will not be amused by your same-socks agenda, Jennifer.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | February 26, 2013 at 11:23 AM
True, they deplore homosoxuality.
Posted by: Brando | February 26, 2013 at 11:28 AM
lol
Posted by: Jennifer | February 26, 2013 at 01:31 PM
Did you know I got socks for Xmas?
They were golf sox, with many other golf gifts, so totally cool with me.
Anywho, one of the socks disappeared IMMEDIATELY.
But a month later, I found it behind the washing machine.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | February 26, 2013 at 08:05 PM
How can you make everything smell like socks if you don't keep the socks in?
And how do you get your own seat on the bus?
Posted by: Substance McGravitas | February 26, 2013 at 08:11 PM
Strangely, this excuse did not work with the IRS last year.
Posted by: fish | February 28, 2013 at 10:24 AM
LOL just think of the leftovers as trainers. They will train the new laundry in how to dry properly in a dryer.
Posted by: Kathleen | February 28, 2013 at 11:33 PM
Sheldrake's Morphic resonance and all that...
It's the 100th Sock-monkey Effect.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | March 01, 2013 at 05:39 AM
From what I've witnessed about public transportation and getting your own seat... a big urine stain is the most effective tool.
Yes, Kathleen! Plus! I just heard some tidbit about how a load dries faster if there is a dry towel put in with it... I will assume the same will work for my random socks, derwear, a t-shirt...
"It's the 100th Sock-monkey Effect.":
:)
Posted by: Jennifer | March 01, 2013 at 11:07 AM
bimler thinks he's SO clever....
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | March 01, 2013 at 12:28 PM
Strangely, this excuse did not work with the IRS last year.
The other half of the money disappeared... just be patient and wait a few months, I'm sure it will turn up behind the washing machine.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | March 01, 2013 at 01:54 PM
There are certain garments which I always "air dry", and others which I will often allow to finish drying on hangers. Being a guy, I wash everything together in cold water and almost never set the dryer for more than an hour.
Now here comes the real deep down confession... sometimes I "wash" things in the shower by hitting them with some dish soap and using my feet to "agitate" the water. Yeah, I picked up some "frugal" habits in college, why do you ask?
Posted by: Big Bad Bald Bastard | March 01, 2013 at 08:28 PM
LOL! I will confess to have occasionally doing emergency laundry (just a piece or two) in the dishwasher and then drying in the oven.
Posted by: Jennifer | March 02, 2013 at 09:14 AM
Total bachelor move, BBBB.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | March 03, 2013 at 12:36 PM
I've never done that one.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | March 05, 2013 at 09:11 AM
I did that in Egypt. A sink and shampoo were lifesavers, and drying was nearly instant.
Posted by: Substance McGravitas | March 05, 2013 at 07:21 PM
I present for the delectation of you and your children, the Peepal conclave.
Posted by: Mandos | March 13, 2013 at 09:11 AM
Awesome.
And, for some reason, it the combo of "confession" and "Peep" made me think of Peepfession, which made me think of the Peefessional
Posted by: Jennifer | March 13, 2013 at 09:17 AM
Habemus Peepem!
Posted by: Mandos | March 13, 2013 at 06:46 PM
do you know what is delicious? salami.
Posted by: Kathleen | March 15, 2013 at 07:17 PM
I'm just sayin' ahem, mandos and that's all, no malice or nuthin'.
We is in a drought that is hotter than a pepper sprout in New Zild. Sad for the farmers but clothes dry soooo quickly.
Posted by: Another Kiwi | March 16, 2013 at 08:33 PM
Sorry about the drought, AK. Weather seems to be all cray-cray these days.
Posted by: Jennifer | March 17, 2013 at 08:34 AM
AK: I wondered what you were on about and then looked at what you had linked to in the post I commented on, but actually seriously, I got to the Peep link from another route, not Riddled.
Posted by: Mandos | March 21, 2013 at 07:52 AM
No worries Mandos, it's a big tent on the interwebs.
Posted by: Another Kiwi | March 21, 2013 at 12:29 PM