ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake
So here is the deal. Monday, my Mayan housekeeper called, she couldn't work. No problema. That's what I thought. It seems, however, as is often the case, I forgot to consider logistics.
Here it is Friday and I am pretty much out of underwear. I am down to a pair of skivies with Santa Claus and his reindeer drinking egg nog. I am resigned to drive extra careful today lest I get into an auto accident.
Here are some solutions I have considered:
1) Read the instruction manual for the washing machine.
2) Go commando
3) Buy some new chones.
I am leaning strongly toward option 3. Does anyone know a good underwear store?
Mandrake my boy, you have clearly lost those lady-killer instincts of your 20s.
You gather the used briefs up, then drive over to the local Laundromat; look helpless, and then let the nearest SoCal blonde hottie assist you with the vexing task of placing quarters into the machines to buy detergent and start the washer/dryer. And then you get her phone #.....an old Med School technique!
But wait! [:-] Perhaps I am wrong! [X(] Naaah! [:@]
Stalker Girl would kill you!
Oh well, maybe she could show you how the washer works? [:)]
Or else you could rinse them out in "Del Mar..."









