Rok and I usually take care of our own laundry. Yesterday, Rok and I got stuck in the back of a storeroom trying to pick up some new matresses. We ended up setting mattresses into hurtles and taking out zombies from Fort Serta. We eventually made a run for it, and Rok tripped and got scraped up. I felt bad cause I convinced him to go so I could get one of those expensive Tempurpedic mattresses. So I did the laundry for both of us. Nothing says, “I’m sorry” like washing the bloodstains off of someones pants. I dumped his basket into the laundry machine, and I found underpants with pink frosting all over them. I’m excited to hear his explanation.