Fuck. I ran out of socks. I've got plenty of boxers, t-shirts, pants, everything but socks. Now, of course socks are not the most important of the clothing items, I could easily get away with going sockless, but that isn't the problem. The problem is that the last pair of socks is the beginning of the end... soon, I am going to have to do laundry. Its inevitable.

Why is laundry such a chore? Well, the short answer is that its a far easier task than it was in previous years. Now machines do the washing for us. So, unlike yard-work, the laundry isn't a back-breaking task, but it is time consuming, and boring.

So, what I am getting at, is that I am going to have to do my laundry, and I don't really want to.

Now, back when I was at Babson, my roommate for all of one month, Max, had a girl who did his laundry for him -- washed, dried, folded neatly. What did she want in return? God knows, but it couldn't possibly be that bad. Hell, I'd even pay for it.

"Thats not all he would pay for..."

So if you want to do my laundry for me, you can email me at "Laundry4Sex[at]CollegeBlows[dot]com".

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