What is it with shopping regulations that says you cannot buy a perfectly useable stick of dynamite on a Sunday to blow up your ailing/aging washing machine that takes this moment in time to suddenly spew some gunk and turn your nearly brand new crisp white bedding set into a murder scene, as if a mouse got drowned and mangled in the tub!

It’s sacrilege, that’s what it is, sacrilege I tell you.

Does anyone know a plumber?

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