I'm constantly asking my son where his socks go. I buy them, he wears them, they disappear. Where are they, Tim? Hm? Dunno, Mom. I'm sure every parent wonders about wayward socks. Well, I discovered tonight where those pesky little foot coverings go. They're behind the chair in my living room. You found my socks!!! Gee, thanks, Mom!
Oh, and by the way, Wayward Socks opened for The Rolling Stones.
Oh, and by the way, Wayward Socks opened for The Rolling Stones.
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I'm going to look behind the chair right now!
Funny that I should have just lost a sock behind the washer as I was dumping clothes in. All I can say is this quarter pounder bum is not climbing back to rescue it. So goes the saga of the missing socks and the washer who eats them like popcorn chicken...
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