Well, in Ethan's case, not so carefully. He filled an empty soda bottle with orange juice and threw that in, too.
Not far into the morning, he found out that the juice found its way out of the bottle. He called me at work to let me know I'd need to bring him another set of clothes. I'd been planning to work late and drive straight to Roosevelt. Instead, I had to leave work a little early, drive home and backtrack fifteen minutes.
Here's your shirt read to go into the wash, Ethan (Ya Goof):

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