When you wash your sheets and wait till the very last
minute the dryer cycle is
done just to be able to get those warm,
crispy puppies back on the bed, to have the cosiest sleep you'll have all week.
I could smell the dainty laundry detergent airing off the clean, crisp bed sheets I just washed. My Sundays are shit, but nothing beats my Sunday nights because it's clean sheet
night.
Gavin: hey man, wanna go for beers after
work?
Mort: nah way man! It's clean sheet night!