Life Without Dryer Sheets: A True Saga Investigates the True Role of Dryer Sheets in This Man's Life
It all started a week or so ago doing laundry in the Boredom Watch Corporate Laundry Facility when I discovered that there were only three dryer sheets left in the box. I consciously planted the notion in the back of my head to pick up a box at my next convenience, and moved on to better things. I had to get back on the computer and read some more stupid blogs like the one you are reading. The days clipped by fast and before I knew it, I was pulling a load of laundry out of the washer and it dawned on me, "Oh shit, there aren't anymore dryer sheets!"
Reluctantly, I set the dryer on 60 minute timed dry and shut the door without placing the sacred sheet in with the soggy clothes. Some time later, I would fluff and fold with no thought of the absent sheet. It just slipped my mind I guess. The next three days would be dryer sheet free ones for this liberated zinester. Yes, I have done four loads of laundry now without the sheets and I can't really tell the difference. I must be retarded, but I was a happy retard earlier today at the grocery store when I nonchalantly passed right by Bounce on sale and didn't break stride. Its just one less thing I have to deal with. Epic.
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