DAMMIT! The only two washing machines in my building are busted...

I always thought guitarists were supposed to go commando?
 
Unless that boy-band manager was lying to me...

When my grandson was about 5 he told his Mom "Bapu works with no pants on".
 
For the record I worked from home at the time.

I haven't faced a busted WM scenario for some years but I would like to think that if I needed to de-funk a pair of undercrackers without one then I would sprinkle them with baking soda and then spray them with vinegar to get it foaming. I'm obsessed with cleaning stuff with baking soda and vinegar, it's magic. When you see how effectively it peels off a layer of stovetop crud, you'll be confident of its underpant freshening chops. Then again, everyone's underpants are different...

jamesg1213

sharke
 
Stovetop Crud
 

 
I think I had an LP by them.

If it ain't a banned name it should be.

Mesh

jamesg1213

sharke
 
Stovetop Crud
 

 
I think I had an LP by them.

I may have eaten at a "restaurant" like that.

Sizzler?

This is going well.

Beepster
This is going well.

As well as can be suspected.

bapu

Beepster
This is going well.

As well as can be suspected.

Let's bump it up a notch... shall we?
 
Back in my touring days one of our regular and most beloved gig destinations was Montreal. There they have various topless breakfast establishments. The morning after one particular gig where we ended up crashing in one of the, er... more "ecclectic" parts of town we were told by our host there was one such establishment nearby simply name "Naked Breakfast". We of course decided that this would be an excellent dining choice (even the ladies in our troupe).
 
I am not quite sure what I was expecting and the establishment in NO way could be accused of false advertising but it was a rather jarring and surreal experience.
 
It was quite literally a classically traditional Quebecois greasy spoon breakfast joint. Pleather and wood booths, old 60's style tables and chairs, brightly lit and a large surly french line cook manning the grill (think Mel from Mel's Diner except fatter, hairier and frenchier).
 
The only difference was the single waitress was clad only in lacey, see through underpants. She was not unnatractive by any means but had that classic, slightly weathered French Canadian party girl look... (and as could be plainly seen the grooming habits to match).
 
It was a very strange juxtoposition, especially first thing in the morning after a serious bender.
 
When the food came it was exactly what you would expect from a not so great greasy spoon style breakfast. Didn't taste bad... but not great.
 
However I simply could not get over the fear I would find an un-ordered "curly fry" buried amongst the eggs and hash so abandoned it after a few probing bites. The ladies we were with seemed to be of the same mind as me.
 
Fortunately one of our male companions who did not suffer from the same discriminating palates as us was on hand to happily gobble up our leftovers... to which he later remarked "That may have been a bad idea" whilst holding his belly in obvious discomfort.
 
/CSB

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