March 29th AM

Anton walks up the stair and notices Dave cradling a load of laundry above the bannister. Anton dodges the falling linen dave tosses, questions his actions, and goes about his business. Dave notices a shirt of his amongst the clutter of tighty whities and tanktops sprawled across the stair case. Dave realizes that it was not my laundry he tossed over the rail but his own. Dave hurts my abs by inducing a 4 minute non-stop laugh fest. We try on Daves underwear.
The End.