Sources report that your hungry little washing machine is eating all your yummy little quarters.

“Yummy yum yum! More quarters please! I must feed my metallic insides with metallic little quarters so I can feel my tummy getting full!” whispered the washing machine, hoping you would bring some more supper from the bank. “One quarter, two quarters, and now eight! Oh, you spoil me so! These quarters are so delicious and filling. Thank you for offering me these candies.”

At press time, the hungry little dryer was eating all your yummy little socks.

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