they threw out the clothes cuz they said voices were coming from the bags.
Oh, good Lor... seriously, Miz J (peace, my sistah!)? Good lordy...
Sweater: "Hey, what's that"?
T-Shirt: "Shhhhh, someone's coming!"
Chonies: "Ooh, ooh, pick me, pick me!"
T-Shirt: "Quiet, chonies!"
Thong: "Yeah, quiet!"
Chonies: "Don't tell ME to be quiet! You're just mad no one wants you anymore!"
Thong: "Me?? Hey, you're the one who's always trying to climb up someone's bu..."
Chonies: "Yeah, but I don't HAVE to. You, on the other hand, have no CHOICE!"
Sweater: "Ewwww... no wonder they threw YOU two out..."
Thong: "Whaddya mean... what about YOU and your scratchy arms?"
Chonies: "Yeah, and what about..."
T-Shirt: "Will you ALL just shut up? I'm slated to be used to wipe down some fancy new car at Dave's Bubble Machine and I'll be danged if I let you idjits get me talked back into some dank old closet! Now shut UP, ALL of you!"
In the background: "I KNOW I heard those clothes talking, Mama! I DID! Uh-uh, ain't NO way I'm wearing Auntie's old chonies... 'cause they wuz TALKIN'!"
Seriously... ...
SA, on her own (well, duh)... with, quite obviously, nowheres near enough... and not much better... to do today (hubby spending day with son - yay!)...