My Toungue Hurts Like It Got Burned

Rule # 1

"Never hang your clothes fresh washing machine along with those of your roommate English"

were unarmed months witnessed the phenomenon of disappearance and reappearance from the drying rack, after weeks of my undergarments.

My imagination saw them floating out the window, follow the migration of birds, then exit at Amsterdam Bijlmer and return back through the window and repositioning itself again on the drying rack.

Last night, after pulling out of the laundry from the washing machine, I realize that the clothes horse is already half full '. I look at the clothes and how wrinkled and messy they were placed on the drying rack, I immediately realize, issue of clothing belonging to Liam (my roommate English).

And so, by venting of my teenage years as a player of Monkey Island, is a brilliant idea to me ... or rather clever idea .. or in other words, an idea that is not unusual that anyone would :
account how many clothes drying rack and position it on the go to sleep.

Tonight the epilogue: back office and throwing a blind eye to the clothes line I immediately realize that something is wrong, Liam iinfatti clothes are no longer there '.

Hearing rapidly approaches the solution of the riddle, I approach the drying rack and begins to count: one, two, three, four ... FOUR. Four of my clothes were on inside out. But the fundamental question was: how many damn clothes I put on the clothes line yesterday? But pppooooor #%@#$%$% cow. Saro 'was so smart to mark somewhere right? On the computer where all sign even though I forget where I put it and I always make a search in the entire file system.

No, yesterday I thought I was too stupid to mark such information on your computer. Then I marked where the cabbage? Here, there are. I made an argument that one never forgets, how to use the "official method" of the node tissue.

I thought 5 are the fingers of one hand, 5 are the clothes I put on the clothes line (yes, my brain 'is also able to reach these arguments so complex and I guess at this point will be' Time to change my password). 5

clothing and instead I found 4. Here is finally revealed the mystery: "Liaaaaaam, where is my fuc # @ $ # underwear?"