I can feel their presence. They got my neighbor, and he does his wash in the same washer and drier.
4 pairs! 4 pairs of underwear are missing from his laundry pile.
I’ve got many pairs of underwear. I’m actually surprised they haven’t struck yet, but I’m pretty quick. I get to the dryer right when it stops, because I figure that’s the best way to catch them in the act.
I bet the bold little bastards would come into my room and get my precious drawers, too. Too bad my dresser is right by my head when i sleep. Too bad there’s a patented “Gnom-b-gon” system installed on the bottom drawer.
Of course not. Socks are frowned upon here, whereas underpants are well… revered.
My son keeps throwing his laundry in with mine. More than once in a rush, I’ve grabbed my pants from a hanger only to realize that I cannot possibly cram my size 40 waist self into his size 32 waist pants. Damn that slender boy !!
Luckily my socks and his socks, not to mention my underpants and his underpants are radically different.
Perhaps the Gnomes demand a tithing? Leave one pair for every ten you own, and they won’t ever bother you again. Maybe.
It’s pretty simple, really. When you overload the washer, your socks and underpants go down the drain. Sometimes, they get stuck, and the machine won’t drain.
So, let’s see if I have this straight: these li’l guys (and gals – gotta be equal opportunity in gnomedom, surely) nick off with the socks, the underwear – but not the bras?
They’re letting a whole new niche go unexploited, there …
I think bras are neglected because even the Gnomes and Smurfs realize that droopy tits aren’t as fun as perky ones. They’ve got National Geogrphic as well.
