I did some laundry yesterday, and I forgot to take the second load out of the dryer. When I noticed my delay, I heard
FUCK! THE LAUNDRY!
echo in my head. Why is that? When exactly did I decide such emotion was deserved in response to such a small issue? Shouldn't my inner monologue have been something like
oh yeah I need to take those clothes out of the dryer and fold them
instead, reserving the fuck!s for when I get kicked in the balls?
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