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Someday My Rinse Will Come!

I've learned to hate washers I don't mean the kind With nuts and bolts and stuff... I mean the clothes cleaning kind.. They've got me foaming at the mouth!!! I'm about to lose my friggin' mind!!! They either spit out soapy water To puddle up my floor Or they can get far more sinister... Oh yes, they're capable of more! Just now I have a small complaint, I guess it won't kill me... But my rinse cycle will not work And why that should be, So smart to know I ain't! And I'm tired, as you can see... These soap flaked clothes Do itch and rash, Bring upon my skin i get so friggen' frustrated.. And I know it is a sin, But one more time it does that I'll drop a handgrenade in!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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