...what's too painful to remember you simply choose to forget...
today's entry is inspired by trademe. someone is selling a very toxic washing machine that they have dubbed the 'death machine'. it sounds like a washing machine that we had when i was young.
this thing lived in the laundry. the laundry was a very unstable, and i'd imagine cheap, add on to the house i lived in (not our fault, it was like it when we got it...besides i was under 5 so not my fault either...). it had a life of it's own. i can't remember the brand name but i'm sure my brother does. it's a machine after all and he's a boy. this thing would walk all over the 'laundry'. upon reflection i think it just wanted to be closer to the drier which was opposite it. it had a funky knob that you turned around and then pulled out. it made a great clicking sound.
one day it got really frisky and 'walked' over to the back door. it successfully blocked the door so we couldn't get in...
1 comment:
You are indeed correct, but I am worse than just a boy, I am a picky virgo boy andnotice these things. It was an F&P which those days was marketed by General Motors. As the old man worked for GM's can you take a wild guess from whence it came?
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