FTW.1

22 11 2008

I grab my week’s laundry and walk over to the laundry room, basket in hand.  My clothes are tossed in, the lid is closed, the quarters are deposited, the start button is pushed and…nothing happens.  Apparently whoever it is that controls laundry prices (lets say he or she is called the Laundry God) wanted to raise prices by another quarter.  Now I don’t know why the Laundry God would do this in an apartment mostly rented out by college students–especially with the economy the way it is–but what L.G. (that’s Laundry God, for short) does can not be questioned unless one wishes to face the consequences.

Dear Laundry God...

Dear Laundry God...

I guess I’m going to sudsy Hell.

-Kev

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22 11 2008
Alex

I read the note in the first picture and thought the last word was “teehe” not “jerks”… teehe.

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