Laundry Room Blues

When you are waiting for a machine in the laundry room of your apartment building, and your bald Puerto Rican super is talking about his girlfriend, while the Jewish man wearing a New York Rangers jersey—the man with whom your super is speaking—is trying to swing the conversation over to hockey, as he transfers his family’s underwear from the washing machine over to the dryer in damp handfuls, you may feel the urge to pop open another dryer door and jerk off into the machine.

Don’t.

While your move will definitely put an end to their conversation, you are still gonna have to live in the building after you spill.

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