My wife will not let me near the laundry room as I mix up all her carefully sorted colors.
This week she had been too busy to wash and socks and I ran out. I was kind'a crabby when I told her about it and thought nothing more as I headed for a quick snooze after work.
When I woke up I found pairs of socks festooned on doorknobs, light fixtures, and faucets etc. plus my better half had consumed a goodly portion of clam chowder which makes her fart most hideously!
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