I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but it’s time to fold the laundry that’s been lying around since last Sunday.

I’d change my name to laundry if it meant you’d think about doing me every day.

Men: Masters of multitasking – can watch sports, ignore laundry, and forget your birthday, all at once.

β€œAnd on the 7th day he rested”. Obviously God had not yet created laundry at that point.

Disney set unrealistic standards of how often woodland creatures would help me clean and do laundry if I just sang out my window.

So. Fed the laundry and washed the cat. Showered the garbage and disposed of myself. Was there anything else?

You may think no one is there for you, but there’s laundry. Laundry is always there for you.

If you want your teen to finish her homework, tell her to fold the laundry.

I get it, laundry, no one is doing me either.

Never understood why people train their dogs to sit pretty or roll over when there are useful tricks like empty the dishwasher or fold the laundry.

I told my wife the laundry on the couch ain’t gonna fold itself, so if y’all don’t hear from me later, she probably folded me like an omelet.

Cleaning the rocks of the earth one load of my kids’ laundry at a time.

Might quit my job to focus on actually putting away my laundry.

Of course the laundry has to be done, but the wine doesn’t drink itself either.

At my age, a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom, means I dropped them on the way from the dryer.

I don’t follow washing instructions, you’re my clothes you don’t tell me what to do.

I made a clone of myself to do the dishes, another to do the laundry, and another to do the cooking, but we’re all sitting on the couch watching TV.

I used to party all night. Now I check the weather forecast for the next day to see if it’s a good laundry day.

Laundry day is my favorite day of the week. That’s why I dress for it every day.

If I climbed all the way to the top of Mount Everest and looked up, then I’d finally see the top of our family’s weekly laundry pile.