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Hello ***** underware that I refused to change. Sixteen days is just a bit beyond your wearing range. Poor overworn underware, How crusty you are! Wow! You've stiffened up overnight. I ought to wash you now. You look like that, maybe, you have seen some better days. There's a long , brown streak down your back and in front a yellow place. There's a grey deposit, where my two boys were at. And something else, I know not what, between the brown and that. The aroma that exudes from you is quite beyond belief. It smalls far worse than a fetid corps, and came from me? Good grief! So come now overworn underware. Into the wash you'll go. I've added extra bleach so the stuff on you won't grow. In the soapy water, the crust will disappear. And out you'll come, white like new, with nothing else to fear.
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
Overworn Underware
Hello ***** underware that I refused to change. Sixteen days is just a bit beyond your wearing range. Poor overworn underware, How crusty you are! Wow! You've stiffened up overnight. I ought to wash you now. You look like that, maybe, you have seen some better days. There's a long , brown streak down your back and in front a yellow place. There's a grey deposit, where my two boys were at. And something else, I know not what, between the brown and that. The aroma that exudes from you is quite beyond belief. It smalls far worse than a fetid corps, and came from me? Good grief! So come now overworn underware. Into the wash you'll go. I've added extra bleach so the stuff on you won't grow. In the soapy water, the crust will disappear. And out you'll come, white like new, with nothing else to fear.
mike-west
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
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