Quote by trinket
Tigger and I met at the local laundromat. Obviously Neither of us had a washer so this became a regular Thursday night event. Tig would bring wine and I would bring scotch. After a few drinks the quality of the laundering would get a bit sketchy. Clothes mixed up, different colours than they were before they went into the washer. We just drank some more and ran with it. On the next Thursday we would swap all our clothes again so they went to the rightful owner. Sometimes we would even end up with an extra item or two! We would think we had hit the jackpot if any of the stuff had fitted us. Alas, tig bought a new washer. Now she's invited me to her place on Thursday nights so we can keep living the dream!

Here's to you Tig