Well, I managed to temporarily kill the washer this morning, and Jeff pulled it out of the cooker. I’m headed downstairs now to sort out the last of the grunge before he pushes the washer back into place. The bathmat barfed up all its backing into the filter.
TWAS RILLY GROSS PIPPLE
Guess I should wash the rags that got put down the floor when about two gallons barfed out of the washer.
What would I do without Jeff? Apart from having really shitty internet I’d have the landlord on speed dial.
Oh my god that concrete floor which I just washed was massively disgusting, and I rendered numbers of spiders temporarily sans-abri.