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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Shit SB Says in a Comment
I can never match all the fucking socks [from the dryer] up either. Where do they go? Is there a sock heaven or some shit? Or, does somebody else, someplace else on the planet, get my damn missing socks? That shit boggles the mind.
Well I have to theories I subscribe to. One is that they are sucked up a wormhole in the dryer and transported to the rings of Saturn. The other is that it is a communist plot designed by the Chinese and Russians to make all us Westerners nuts and make us buy more socks.
I am a Gen-X, lazy, manic-depressive bastard, with an eating disorder, OCD, and a propensity for alcoholism. I am basically hell to live with, but I enjoy red wine, Ritalin, reality TV, and disdainful cats. This description could also be useful as a personal ad for a dating service.
7 comments:
Well I have to theories I subscribe to. One is that they are sucked up a wormhole in the dryer and transported to the rings of Saturn. The other is that it is a communist plot designed by the Chinese and Russians to make all us Westerners nuts and make us buy more socks.
That's all I got.
PF,
Your theories sound plausible to me, but then I'm batshit crazy.
Love,
SB
No. Dryers come with parallel universes installed. Have you never noticed that sometimes MONTHS later your missing sock is returned?
I have your socks. When are you coming to get them? And who has mine? ;)
Kissa,
That is funny, girl.
Loves ya.
I have your socks.
Do you have my brain?
Bethany,
I wish I had your brain. It's much finer than mine.
I've missed you. Love your blog SO MUCH.
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