May 25, 2006 20:43
My mother is a menace to sock society.
I'm panicking because I'm going to be late for work (this post isn't helping), and I'm looking for some fucking socks. I go and tear through her laundry basket and see the pile of mismatched socks beside it.
HOW OFTEN DO I WEAR MATCHING FUCKING SOCKS?
Half of the socks I was looking for there were in that fucking pile. So now I have some socks. And mother will get a stern talking to later!