
My hatred for washing clothes and my disdain for society's complete and utter acceptance of the pen was further exagerated by a terrible incident that took place last night. As I happily opened the door to the dryer to obtain that which covers my nakedness, I encountered a horrible, grisly scene: A SARASA 0.7 tip Zebra writing utencil had exploded and debauched $250 worth of jeans, boxers, sweaters and t-shirts.

A sampling of the wanton destruction caused by...the pen.

Why do we even wear clothes anyway? 'It's caused nothing, but, disaster.'