You got your watch in the shot.
But, seriously: what’s wrong with you?
“I have a passion for laundry.”
That statement in no way answered my question.
“I don’t understand what your problem with this is.”
Please get a coke problem. It would be so less embarrassing than this.
“I care about laundry!”
You shouldn’t! Grateful Deads have five shirts, four of which have alcohol and/or blood stains on them. When one gets dirty, they yoink another one from the merch table.
“Garcia didn’t wear merch.”
Garcia had fucking spaghetti sauce stains on his pants half the time. An argument involving Garcia is not an argument for laundry.
“I have special, fancy clothes that require special, fancy cleaning products.”
Please get a coke problem.
Schnort for your schnozz.
Nice-nice for your nostrils.
Tootski for your snootski?
Tootski for your snootski.
“Can we stop talking?”
Sure. I just need to show everyone something.
“‘Everyone?’ What are you talking about?”
“I despise you.”
They asked you about your “proudest” laundry victory. Wouldn’t that imply that you’ve had many laundry victories, and some of them were better than others? Like, some of your laundry victories were just eked out?
“I’m gonna go.”
John Mayer, have you ever had any Pyrrhic laundry victories?