i ain't sayin' i'm a golddigger...
But a man with a nice washer and dryer?
Dude has a shot.
I'm so sick of plugging apartment washing machines with my hard-earned dollars just to facilitate my laundry addiction. I need a hookup.
Tonight, I went to do a load of darks, jingling coins and liquid Tide-with-Downy in hand.
I was outta jeans, outta socks, outta stuff. You feel me?
And as I unlocked the door to the communal laundry room, I had to steady myself to repel the toxic glare of a man already stuffing smelly, soiled garments into the lone machine on my floor.
"Oh, just getting started?" I said it sweetly -- as sweetly as an addict with arms full of denim can.
"Been waiting for the %#$@! thing all week. Too many #%@& people doing laundry around here." He scowled at me as though I were planning to put a load of puppies on Industrial Spin.
"Oh, okay. I'll come back. Happy laundering!"
I think flames actually shot out of his eyes at that point, but I was already running back down the hall.
Damn.
My jeans is dirty. I need a washadaddy.
9:58:24 PM 
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