I rarely ever check pockets when doing laundry. Mostly because I just thoroughly enjoy opening the dryer to find a really great surprise, it's like I'm a contestant on Let's Make a Deal. Some days it's a dollar, or a Matchbox car, or rocks. Some days its an exciting trip! Such as a trip to the mall to replace the 5 pairs of jeans that got a bad case of Red Chapstick Measles. I have always reserved the right to keep anything I wanted that came thru the laundry---think of it as my payment for services rendered (that & it was usually mine anyways).
Today I reached into the laundry hamper and got jabbed with a pencil from Al's pocket. Hence a little game of Pocket Pull!
What do I do with 3 pencils, a pair of earbuds, a plastic bracelet, and a giant ball of fuzzy lint that is 85% red, 5% green, 5% yellow 5% purple? I'm thinking I don't really want to know the story behind the fuzzy lint. And I'm going to have to give him the 7th grade "Industrial Arts" teacher talk about the perils of guys keeping pencils in their front pockets.