The mystery of my torn underwear
I compiled a list of suspects.
Suspect #1:
The dryer.
This suspect is violent, and indiscriminant. I would expect such behavior from this beast; however it is not intelligent or consistent. When it destroys, it leaves no pattern of any kind. Therefore, I conclude that this is not the source of my underwear destruction.
Suspect #2:
Bad white cat
She’s fluffy. She’s cute. She’s sweet. Sometimes she’ll even turn on you, and show you her “bad side.” She chews on plastic bags like there is no tomorrow. She rubs on black things. Alas, she does not go for underwear though, even if it’s black. Nor does she have access to my skivvies on any kind of regular basis. Her alibi is air tight.
Suspect #3:
Quantum singularity.
Imagine this, an infinite number of tiny quantum singularities, and many of them find their way into my underwear drawer. Imagine the incredible forces they would unleash, not to mention the damage they could do to my unmentionables. While this is an interesting and well thought out theory, there are two factors that invalidate this concept. The first is that this would warp the gravitational field around my dresser, making it impossible to get dressed in the morning. This is an excuse for getting out of work, but unfortunately this has not happened. The next fact is that frequently my clean underwear gets left mixed in the laundry basket with my other clothes for days; yet my underwear still gets torn. Therefore, it cannot be a singularity causing my torn underwear.
Suspect #4
Angry ninja roommate
Well, she wouldn’t waste time on my underwear. She would just put holes in me. Besides, she is just too busy breaking the home network to have time to tear holes in my undies. So it’s not her.
Suspect #5
Garden gnome organized crime.
Maybe I missed the point altogether. Maybe, I should have focused on a more criminal element. I have neglected making my payments to the gnome’s “protection fund” all this time. Maybe I have angered them and just need to pay up. Maybe it’s not the gnomes at all; maybe it’s the ducks. I always get those two confused.
Conclusion:
I have none. I still haven’t the faintest idea why my underwear tears in the front each and every time. If anyone has any enlightening ideas,
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