Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody…
I just got mama and she didn’t get paid…
Oh how I wish I had someone to talk to…
I’m in an awful LAUNDRY ROOM
Those fluorescent lights are pretty darned harsh, even on my handsome Dale-ness.
So mama, this is where you disappear to with that big bag and that roll of quarters every weekend, huh?
I am not aÂ huge fan of the clanking sounds, nor the movement of the machines.Â I realize that they are just doing their job, but really… you guys could do better.
I really just don’t trust that dryer.
You know what mama?Â I don’t think I will beg you to come downstairs again to do laundry.Â I love to go with you EVERYWHERE, but I think this is one place where you just don’t need my help.Â But every other place in the world is still ok… ok?
We REALLY know how to party, eh?