tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post6575074559231398662..comments2024-01-28T03:35:51.182-05:00Comments on Reassigned Time: Oh, that FBDr. Crazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-70029513544310680332008-01-22T17:16:00.000-05:002008-01-22T17:16:00.000-05:00That little gizmo reminded me too much of when I w...That little gizmo reminded me too much of when I worked in a clothing shop. We had little boards on which we had to fold everything <I>perfectly</I>. I hated when the manager would appear with her measuring tape to ensure that we had mastered the mysteries of folding.GayProfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11289510184782252498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-77620032679688346972008-01-21T20:08:00.000-05:002008-01-21T20:08:00.000-05:00Medusa: I do indeed have that many t-shirts. And...Medusa: I do indeed have that many t-shirts. And remember: my kleptomania often tended to be massive in the days when I did regular sleepovers, so some dudes out there are missing like 10 t-shirts.<BR/><BR/>I think a robot to do all of the housework would have been most excellent. Maybe if I can stay in FB's good graces, he'd get me the next best thing, a Roomba?Dr. Crazyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-84503514327477131602008-01-21T18:43:00.000-05:002008-01-21T18:43:00.000-05:00Do you even have that many t-shirts? Except the mo...Do you even have that many t-shirts? Except the morning-after ones you steal from boys? Actually, even if that is the case, you have quite a few . . .=).Dr. Medusahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15813150837347325175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-47916231983584428272008-01-21T15:42:00.000-05:002008-01-21T15:42:00.000-05:00Brightstar beat me to it! I was hoping it was a) a...Brightstar beat me to it! I was hoping it was a) a robot that did all the laundry for you or b) a Chippendale's model to be your personal "house boy." ;)<BR/><BR/>I mean, who doesn't know how to fold things? And who cares enough about it to actually _do_ the folding?Sisyphushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09880634753539329199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-50709117624190865362008-01-21T15:41:00.000-05:002008-01-21T15:41:00.000-05:00I will say this, though: it made me laugh when I n...I will say this, though: it made me laugh when I needed a laugh :) And I laughed even harder when I opened it: he got me pink, for girls :)Dr. Crazyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-58308939722040284202008-01-21T15:09:00.000-05:002008-01-21T15:09:00.000-05:00well, unless the thing actually DID the folding fo...well, unless the thing actually DID the folding for me, I say that it's not really helpful. :)BrightStar (B*)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11167685794935402108noreply@blogger.com