yesterday rob and i had a laundry extravaganza.

rob (to his shirt): why won’t you fold, motherfucker?
me:  does it help you, to talk to your shirts like that?
rob: yes, i discipline them and they obey. motherfucking shirts!
me:  do you have special shirts just for motherfucking, or is it indiscriminate?
rob: well, this shirt is the only purple one i have, so it’s a motherfucker.
me:  oh. will you go through my closet and tell me which of my shirts are motherfuckers?
rob: no.