My friends from college, and a few sense, have always made fun of me cause of all the holes that are in my clothes. Usually just in my socks or in the armpits of my t-shirts, though occasionally elsewhere. I liked to joke that my clothes were holy. Well this weekend I had a small jar of annointing oil in my pants that I forgot to take out of them before Mandy did the wash. We found the jar in dryer and it was empty. All the clothes smelled like the oil, and a few had some oil stains. But on the bright side, my stupid jokes now have a new meaning to them.
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I am curious if Mandy sees that same bright side as you do?
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