re: #105 Obdicut

My local florist is named Rocky Hardwick. He’s in the wrong job.

Reminds me of a theory posited ages ago by an old college roommate:

he suggested that low-rent laundries and dry-cleaners were in fact fronts and prop-supply houses for low-end porno studios. His proof was that the clothes in the films always look old but very clean, just like what you’d find in a a lundry. “and besides,” he’d say “we all know it doesn’t take overnight to get my damned clothes clean and pressed; they’re doing something with my stuff.”