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Mon 26 Sep, 2005 03:45 pm
Well, do you ever? I usually see just one but I assume they come in pairs. Just this morning while waiting for the drug store to open next door to the 24 hour laundromat I saw one laying there near the gutter. It was one of those up to the elbow gloves made out of black shinny rubber. I remember thinging to myself "self" I thought "I wonder what those are made for and who would lose just one of them right here in front of the 24 hour laundromat next door to the drug store. just a few years ago I was in Boulder Co coming out of another 24 hour laundromat early one sunday morning, in the rain, when I also saw another black shinny elbow length rubber glove. Maybe the one I saw today is the mate of that one from years ago. Maybe not. Perhaps I'm overly curious.
Clearly, there is a kind of worm hole near laundromats where random objects that other laundromats' washing machines have transported to another dimension are randomly returned.
Actually, I suspect that objects pertaining to the secret fantasy life of passers by are the ones returned.
Clearly, you have a black rubber glove fetish.
And I really hope you will not tell us anything further about it.....
I am praying for you, though.
Mz Deb, Have I ever offered to show you my elbow length black rubber glove collection? I thought not! Fetishes are sicko. My what interesting shoes you are wearing, can I smell them?
Heavy rubberized gloves...and a heavy rubberized apron were worn by the nurse who use to administer my cocktail during Chemo for cancer.
They were worn to protect her from the stuff she was injecting into my veins.
Hummmmm!
Man, you sure do hang out in some seedy places, Dys!
You really should move. Diane deserves to live in a better neighborhood. I don't like the idea of her stumbling across stuff like this.
I dunno if I've ever seen a shiny black rubber glove in person.
dlowan wrote:Clearly, there is a kind of worm hole near laundromats where random objects that other laundromats' washing machines have transported to another dimension are randomly returned.
Channeling the late Mr. Adams, are we?
No. It's all from somewhere inside me.
Kinda scary, huh?
Not at all.
Clowns are scary.
Sometimes, I wear a pair of them that look something like this with my work if I have to open slimey and green wood gates.
Or, sometimes my green ones....
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