Monday, August 30, 2010

Weird thoughts after a weird day.

After I got home from a shit day at work feeling nauseous and knackered. I decided there could be only one thing to do to make myself feel better and that was a fresh new start. And seeing how I'm saving for America both a new wardrobe and a sex change were out of the equation.

So I decided to clean and move my room about. Good fun. Boy was this the dumbest thing I have ever decided to do. I thought yeah I can do this it wouldn't be too much effort. Several hours later and a whole lot of aggravation and we have a brand new room. All nice and clean.


Though dragging myself through the piles and piles of dirty clothes that had to be washed and hung out I was constantly picking up socks that kept falling out of the washing basket. Now this lead me to a thought.

Do Socks like being washed? It always seems to me that they are jumping out of the basket and onto the floor to avoid the indignity of the cold unforgiving washing machine. Underpants never do... But then you'd want to be washed too if you were carrying around testicles and an arse all day.

But socks, whilst feet do smell, don't have the the horrible job that undies do. They get to be comfortably away from the world in the shoe, where it is nice and warm. Then after you get home they go into the wash where they are loped in with all the other washing, undies and all the rest of the smelly, common items, not us socks! We're going to do the only thing we can do and jump out of the basket before he can wash us! Ah ha!! Genius!
Oh wait. He saw us. We'll try again later.

Socks hate being washed. True story.

-Makin-

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