Victory is mine
I'd say eat it, washing machine, but I never want to have to shove my arm up your innards or mop up metric fucktons of watery, linty mess EVER AGAIN. So instead please accept this offering of stiff towels I have beaten with my own body until all the lint has fallen to the floor, where I will politely sweep it up so as not to get back inside you.
Next time I'll just light you on fire. Try me bitch

















