This one time, I was down in the laundry room, um... doing some laundry. I went to move a pile of their dirty and ever-present clothes from the table to make space for my sorting routine and I realized after I had scooped the whole pile up in my arms, that they were all wet. Then I realized one of the items - the one closest to my face- was a pair of Guy’s underwear!!!! Oh my god, the trauma.
Sorry, that's really the end of the story.
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