My washing machine is a living creature endowed with intelligence and untouched imagination.
I washed two of my daddy’s socks and two of my clothes.
When I got things, it turned out that Daddy's socks were pushed into the pockets of Daddy's coat - with one socks in each pocket.
And my socks - in every sleeve of my coft, one socks @@
I am already silent about the fact that when washing the bedroom, all the underwear is always in the underwear.
Forget the machine, the fucking... o_o