Don't Get Your Panties in a Bunch

Laundry Day

England woke up and headed downstairs for breakfast while wondering where his girlfriend Ireland was. He found her in the laundry room wearing short pajama bottoms and one of his sleeping shirts. "Cute," he thought before entering. The Irish girl heard him and smiled.
"Good Morning Arthur," she said
"Morning Susan," he responded kissing her forehead, "What are you doing?"
"You're dirty laundry," she answered taking a load of the washer and putting it in the dryer. Arthur scratched the back of his neck embarrassed.
"Well, thank s love. What would I do without you?"
"Have to buy new knickers all the time."
Arthur laughed and went to help Susan with the laundry until he noticed something strange about his pile of boxers. They looked rather lacy. He stuck his hand in the pile and pulled out a pair of pink lacy undergarments. His face flushed red. "What on earth is this," he exclaimed. Susan turned around calmly, used to the English man's outburst, and looked at what Arthur was yelling about.
"They're my panties; you should be familiar with them," she said flirtatiously.
"What the hell are they doing with my boxers? A lady's and a man's undergarments should never mix."
"Relax, it's no big deal," she said chuckling," don't get you're panties in a bunch." Arthur stood there unamused. "Hmmm," she said thinking, "you're shit is filthy." And with that she stripped the Brit of his shirt and ran her fingers up and down his chest, teasing him. Arthur smirked getting the message.
"You know, now that I think about it, your shirt is dirty too, might as well wash it," he said taking her shirt off. And before they knew it, Arthur and Susan had a new pile of 'dirty clothes' to wash.
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ha ha ha! I got this idea when I was doing laundry mostly because it reminds me of the fails I had when my friends and I had laundry day in \Italy (not as bad as this though) . I hope you enjoyed- Stace