'Washateria' (Challenge Submission)
By christy
Damn machine's broken again, yeah, ain't that a bitch, gotta wash my unmentionables with strangers, the very thought just makes me itch. It's kind of like a circus, you'll see freaky things down there. Occasional condom wrappers in dryers and warm green pubic hairs. There's the bearded lady who forgot to wax, even had pulsating santa beards in her pits, old men with their assholes on display, drawers soaking from 1000 degree shits. Or the hooker who stops in once a week, sticky leftover candycane glued to her thong, tossed it in the washer as if nothing at all was wrong. She poured in a little soap to help loosen the red and white goo but the machine started rocking and sqealing, uhoh, that wasn't Tide...it was her orgasm shampoo. The place filled with smoke and sparks the washer threatened to explode, I grabbed my stuff and ran even managed to lose a load. I'm calling Sears today to save myself from this hysteria. No more stomach turning trips for me to that freakin' washateria. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 02:27 AM PST 0 • 14
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"Damn machine's broken again, ..."