What was ever the point of having a disposable income? Or, indeed, may we say, of life itself?
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Oh, yes.
Laundry.
It was always the laundry.
Who in life is or was ever nicer to you than your washerwoman?
Have to say, the laundry pictured here is not mine. I pfeh and pooh at it. I pisk and pshaw. And pfui.
If there is one thing I have sorted in my otherwise high-or-low-road Autobahn to Damnation life, it is the laundry.
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So if you have it sorted - how exactly do you suck at laundry? Eh? Erm.
You don't actually suck the laundry do you?
I would if I ever did any myself.
Putting it in bag and carting it off for a service wash seems to me to be cheating, but I have no problems with that.
"Autobahn of Damnation"?
Well done, sir.
The phrase or the destination?
I intended it for your deft turn of phrase, but I believe the destination deserves kudos as well...
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