A forgotten pair of boxers continues to boldly proclaim its existence on the drying rack. Now in normal circumstances this would be none of my business, but this is no normality considering the drying rack conveniently hangs above the shower. The sight of these recklessly positioned boxers twisted around the rack creates great discomfort. And its brightly patterned appearance does little to relieve the uneasiness. I’m not sure to whom they belong, but I am forced to place judgment on the eldest son. For who else would allow their underwear to remain hanging above the shower for so long?? A 32 year-old man still living at home with no knowledge of personal hygiene, that’s who.
Tangent: I just finished drinking my discount soda. Instead of a Coca Cola Light, I slurped down a Cola Light. What the absence of the word “Coca” entails, I know not. It tasted the same but I’m sure there’s some kind of deadly chemical involved. Why did I drink it then? Because I’m a risk taker, that’s why. But also because I’m too cheap to buy the authentic brand.
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