Had Little Billy known that he would one day wind up spinning uncontrollably in a washing machine, he might never have had those evil, dastardly and disgusting thoughts….
OK, so that last bit did not exactly ring through as truth. Who cares, right? Dirty little bastards go into the machine!
“Not so much detergent this time, Mom,” begged Little Billy. “I farted April Fresh for six days after the last rinse cycle!”
