I don't know what he's doing in them. Really I don't...

You know how a dog will sometimes find some sort of mystery gack - on the sidewalk, in the garbage, on someone's lawn - and then, they'll roll in it? This could be similar.

When my husband comes home from the gym and puts his running clothes in the laundry basket - Oh. My. God. If a skunk died in your dirty underpants, it wouldn't smell that bad.

In the immortal words of Bucky Katt: "Poochy got the bad funk."

And it won't die. No amount of laundering will kill it. I even special ordered the anti-stink detergent that is supposedly used on the U.S. Olympic athletes gear. (Also good for pet odors, the website said.) And nothing. No change. The stink cloud laughed in my over-priced soap's face. It did a little dance. I'm pretty sure it flipped me the bird.

My husband considers this a sign of how hard he must be working at the gym - usually followed by an ab flex and a bicep curl.

I consider it a sign of the apocalypse.

I'm one load of whites away from pouring a bottle of Pine-sol in the washer, just to see if that would help. This problem is bigger than any one woman - no matter the size of her laundry basket - can handle. A call must go out to the wider community. We must band together to fight it, to control it, to destroy it.

I welcome your suggestions. In fact, I beg for them.