Laundry, because you have to sort the whites from the colors.
Sprint to your room, grab all the dirty clothes you can, and start saving money on laundry.
On a clothes lion.
Quack cocaine
If I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
They just pray the gray away
A pigment of your imagination.
Washing your whites on a rinsed cycle.
The coming of the Lord.
