Blessed by the Potato

Consider this: you go to the washroom, you undo your belt, then your button, and your fly, pull your pants down, do your business, then back up in reverse order. You go to the sink and wash your hands (if you work in a hospital or your hands are grody, this may be the second time washing your hands in that visit to the washroom).

You get home, free yourself from the oppressive prison that are your pants, throw them in the laundry basket, and proceed to rock guitar hero in your undies, risky business style. As the laundry basket fills up, and later overflows towards the end of the week, you eventually get around to washing your clothes, and your pants are clean.

But when does your belt get washed?