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Wife B.

As an aside, lest anyone think something to the effect of "Wow, Wife B. sure gives horrible presents--glad I'm not married to her!": the dryer softener thingies (aka Porky and Borky) were thrown in as an ironic twist on some otherwise no-doubt-fabulous (yet sadly forgotten by now) present.


Hey, I have one of those --- sadly, only one, though I could do with a brace of them. Mine was sold as a foot massager, and it works a treat, too.

If only it were a washer agitator, not a dryer bouncer, you could try it on your feet, then toss it in with the wash for that squeaky clean feeling.

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