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Have you ever put your clothes in the wash, turn it on, and forgot?  Well, I am sure we all have, and it makes your clothes smell so bad!!!  The reason I am ranting about this is, because it just doesn't make sense to me. When the clothes are washed and the water is drained, isn't the water clean?  Yeah, ISN'T THE WATER CLEAN?  I mean, at least clean enough for it to not smell?  Why doe sit smell like maneur when it comes out?  It's absolutely disgusting.

My apologies for a non-Boston post. 

I've bottled these feelings up for many years but I think it's time to just let it all out: why hasn't someone invented a machine that automatically folds clothes yet???  We have automatic dishwashers, automatic clothes washers, automatic clothes dryers, but... no automatic clothes folders.

Folding laundry is probably my least favorite thing to do in the world.  It takes forever, it's completely boring, and I find it thoroughly unsatisfying.  And you have to do it everytime you wash something.  Which I do pretty often.  At least once a month.

How many of you out there have every found yourself living out of the dryer?  I know I'm not the only one.  You know what I mean.  The prospect of folding all those clean clothes is so daunting, that you just leave them all in the dryer, and go in there every morning to get whatever undewear and clothes you need.  The truth is, I'd rather live out of the dryer and walk around with wrinkled clothes than have to fold all of them.  The times when I actually do fold my laundry, I do only because I don't want people to think I'm homeless. I need all the help I can get.  But I hate every second of the folding ritual. To quote Weird Al, I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork... than spend one more minute folding laundry.

I feel a lot better now.  Thanks for letting me Unleash!!!!

I had to stand in line at the liquor store this evening behind I woman who I swear hasn't showered in at least 3 weeks.  In fact, I had to get out of the line and pretend to look at some wines just to avoid the stench.  I got back in the line about 4 people back after that and probably lost 10 minutes of my night, but it was well worth it to save my sense of smell.

If you are going out in public how about some basic hygiene.

Anyone else wonder why Bed Bath & Beyond even bothers sending out those 20% off coupons?  Why do they even bother?  I no longer ever shop there without a coupon.  There have been numerous times when my wife and I would be at the store, realize we forgot our coupons, so we put all the stuff in the cart back on the shelves, and gone home.

 In my opinion, they should make the entire store 20% less.  I guess they've dug themselves in a hole and can't go back.

 I would like to express my rant about those packagings around electronic equipment.  One of those clear plastic ones that are designed to "sandwich" the devices and also hang it on a metal hook on display shelves.    This things are absolutely impossible to open.  

 Why do I have to feel inferior and retarted while opening simple packagings?  The last thing I want to do after I come home with brand electronics that I spent my bonus on is to run over and get a band-aid because the sharp plastic edges just sliced open my hand?  (I just spent an hour opening the Sonicare replacement heads packaging.)

Ok, so I've been taking care of this dog off and on for a few years now, whenever the owner (my parents) is away.  I'm a kennel.  I walk her, and she poops.  Nothing surprising there.  But, being in the city, of course, I have to pick up her poop after her and carry it home or to the next trash barrel, which is inevitably a quarter mile away.  Even after doing this for 5 or 6 years I'm still a little embarrassed with this display of subserviency to the dog. 

So here is the thing.  Why is it that she only poops when there is someone walking directly towards me?  Why can't she wait until we have a nice empty stretch of sidewalk, where we can perform our little reversal of the master/servant roles in private?  This really bugs me.  I get this all the time.  I'm walking the dog, she drops a huge dump all over the sidewalk, all of a sudden around the corner strolls some super hot girl.  And there I am with my handful of poop.  Not impressive.  Why can't I just pick up my poop in peace?

Worse than that are the dudes who stare down their nose at you while you are "cleaning up."  Its like, they can't understand why you would subject yourself to picking up actual feces after your dog.  yeah, ok, my dog craps and I take it home with me.  You got a problem with that?  It's a memento.  I am going to add it to my poop collection on the mantle above the fireplace.  Sometimes I take out out my collection on saturday nights and play with it by myself.  Is that what you want to hear?  C'mon dude, give me a break.  Go find something real to worry yourself with.