The mysterious case of 4 vs 32

It's the weirdest thing. Truly the weirdest.

Husband and I do laundry whenever it suits us... usually when one of us runs out of naked clothes (underwear). Every time I do the laundry (since I have no idea what happens when he does the laundry) the numbers just don't add up -- after 4 loads (whites, colors, darks, towels), the score goes something like this:

Brandon 4 vs. Megan 32 (minus socks and naked clothes)

How is it possible? Laundry day was approximately 8 days ago. I reuse and recycle pants like the best of them -- He insists that he doesn't wear his clothes more than twice. Yet, apparently, he's been wearing the same two shirts and two pants for... Or was he?

Today was the day. We had a little chat... I presented my evidence = piles of my clean clothes against a background of one yellow Brandon shirt, one brown Brandon shirt, and a pair of Brandon jeans. Speechless he stuttered ...

"I don't know honey..."
I pressed harder...
"This scenario is truly impossible. Do you just clean your clothes and leave mine in the basket?"
"No. I don't think so."
"What do you mean 'I don't think so'? You either did or you didn't"
"Do you think I selectively wash my clothes and neglect yours?"
"Yes. That is precisely what I think. Why do you keep doing that?"
" What exactly are you accusing me of?"
"I just want to know why you won't clean my clothes."

Problem = not yet settled. He contests that when he does the laundry he does all of it... I am on to him, though. One false move and he'll have no naked clothes to hide behind...