Laundry Room Drama
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In case you’re wondering why I would write about this for the whole world (and possibly Washing Machine Lady) to read, I’ll just say that after four years of blogging what I’ve learned is that unless someone is my friend or relative (more likely) or a spammer (Asian Porn, Mature Blond Cunt…I know they read my blog) most people have better things to do than read about my neuroses (unless I beg and plead)…
Just for today, I can blog honestly about my duplicity.