I hate socks.
Sitting on my bed is a pile of about 30 plus socks waiting to be sorted.
All the pairs of socks have ended up slightly different lengths and have faded to slightly different colours. I hate sorting the socks and trying to match them up but I'm far too anal retentive to just plonk pairs of random socks together and throw them in the drawer.
The socks know all this and they are laughing at me.
I hate socks.
All the pairs of socks have ended up slightly different lengths and have faded to slightly different colours. I hate sorting the socks and trying to match them up but I'm far too anal retentive to just plonk pairs of random socks together and throw them in the drawer.
The socks know all this and they are laughing at me.
I hate socks.