To launder or not to launder: that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The dirty pants and sheets of outrageous sloth
Or to take arms against a sea of fellow tenants
And by opposing beat them? To wash, to clean
Much more; and by a wash to say we end
The heartache and the thousand grimy socks
That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

(Shakespeare by way of swerve)