Why I'm a Dumbass Part 2

Story the Second:

My loofah was dirty so I put it in the washing machine.  Now this is dumb, but as I recall there was a certain strange logic that my brain concocted at the time: something was dirty, and I wanted to wash it so I put it in the washing machine.  Never mind, of course, that the object to be washed has one function and one function only: to be a vehicle for soap.  Ignoring that fact, I went ahead and threw it in with the whites.  Now here's where I took it to the next level, stupidity wise: after its spin in the washing machine, I proceeded to put it in the dryer.  Because that's what you do with things that have just been in the wash.

There are, of course, a number of things wrong with this scenario.  The first is that loofahs are meant to be wet, and even come with a handy strap allowing them to be hung-dried in the very showers where they reside.  Genius.  The second, and unquestionably more crucial issue, however, is that loofahs are made of plastic, a material that generally doesn't respond well to high temperatures.  So while throwing a loofah in with the wash is dumb in a slap-yourself-on-the-forehead-and-chuckle sort of way, throwing a loofah IN THE FUCKING DRYER is dumb in a far more destructive way.  As you've probably guessed by now, the image above is the loofah--which looked like any ordinary white loofah beforehand--after its trip in the dryer.  Not pictured is the pile of clothes I spent 4 hours scraping plastic off of.  Not smelled is the terrible odor that the dryer emitted for the next dozen cycles or so.

In honor of my stupidity, I now present to you a compendium of the finest lines ever spoken by Ralph Wiggum.