My wife and I owned a small antiques store that was next to a laundromat, on Saturday mornings my wife liked to hit garage sales looking for treasures, her main source of inventory. So, every morning I would watch the store while she went out shopping, also on these Saturday's these 3 young ladies would do their laundry next door, they must have washed everything they own except for a knit top and booty shorts. After they got their stuff loaded in the machines they would come look over our antiques, our inventory moved fast, dressed in next to nothing. Headlights on, frequent cameltoes, my BIL was helping me one Saturday when they came in, from then on he was a frequent visitor, his golf game went downhill.
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