Hanging them all out to dry, airing out the stench and noting the various rips, holes, stains and patches would make for a fine vetting process. They’ve already got the “flapping in the breeze” technique down pat
How To Be The Biggest, Bestest, Smartest, Most Purdy President There Ever Wuz
For the longest time I thought that old Kenny Rogers song was about laundry. I mean, you gotta’ know when to fold ‘em, know when to hold ‘em. You gotta’ know when to walk away, and know when to run. If those lyrics aren’t about socks, underwear, ripped-to-shreds T-shirts, and blue jeans covered in muddy paw prints, then I don’t know what is.
But, the truth of the matter is that there are days when I just don’t want to do laundry. Hell, there are weeks when I don’t want to do laundry.