I'm a racist man!

Early morning today. Slept only 2 hours coz of the huge laundry load I managed to vanquish last night. Did seem like the laundry was jinxed with a ton of bad luck when I'd been wanting to get it done for 2 days and hadn't managed for one reason or another. Right when I figured I absolutely had to wash my rags, I got back to campus at midnight on the dot after a bit of a Boys-Night with Ali and found the store closed up already. Bless Ali and 5222 though. After hightailing my way out of a certain store and away from a certain Father-type-person, I did finally get back to the dorm to make yet another vain attempt at acquiring clean underwear.

After sorting the coloreds from the whites (yes I do that, racist as it might sound!) I dumped the comparatively smaller whites load in a machine and had it running. The coloreds were a problem though. The huge load ended up inside a machine eventually and I figured the greater part of this Epic was over. Boy, was I mistaken.

An hour later I come downstairs, after having watched Pakistan perform a courageous fight-back and building a good lead, to find that the whites were washed and spun and just needed to be transferred to the drier. The STUPID coloreds though, cursed as they were, had somehow conspired to get the STUPID washing machine stuck on STUPID 'rinse'. So there they were, the blue-grey-black-orange lump slosshing away merrily inside the drum of that STUPID washer.

I spun the bastardly niggers down and transferred them to the 'working', not-so-STUPID washing machine and fixed the settings, all the while keeping my fingers crossed. (We aren't like "this" anymore, are we Dopey?!)

Miracle of Miracles! In 30 minutes, the coloreds were washed and spin-dried. All they needed now was to be put into the drier and dried out properly. Naively, I assumed that I had conquered the demons that plagued me. Too soon, Boy. Too soon.

After killing an hour watching Pakistan build up that lead more after Inzi's dropped catch (more on Courtney Brown's misfortunes later) I loped down into the laundry room hoping beyond hope, wishing, fingers crossed tight. Any guess what I found?

STUPIDFOTHERMUCKINGASSHOLESONOMABITCH drier stopped half way.

It's at times like these you realize that racist and inhuman they may have been, but those slave-traders had the right idea. The only thing stupid colored are good for is picking cotton. If it weren't for me being partial to darker colors, I'd impose a Wardrobal Apartheid on my body.

No Coloreds Allowed Without Passports.