I am not your mother.

That's right, freshman ladies, I am not your momma.

I'll tell you what this means.

This means that I have zero concern for your personal belongings. You heard it. Zero. None. Niet.

Learn to set a goddamn timer and take your shit out of the washing machines. [Not that I care about your fugly-ass clothing, but it will mildew if you let it sit in there for too long.]

30 minute wash.
Hour dry.
It is not difficult.

I do not want to have to reach into that machine and be forced to touch your dingy panties just so I can get some laundry done.

Today I was being kind. I put your things on the laundry table neatly. Next time that shit is going into a big ass heap on the floor. Go ahead and see if I'm kidding.