Oh no you can not give up on the poor lonely grieving socks. Like post suggests you should name them then like I did advertise their lonilness and help them find a mate.
Today is a sad day indeed, it is the day we finally give up on finding those socks lost to the never-never land we all fear every time we do laundry. Of course, the sock may already be lost before we get to the laundry but without an APB we have no way of knowing that.
I’m pretty sure there are those socks that just run away, and can you blame them! Imagine hanging out with foot odor all day! Toe nail fungus, bunions, always being the heel of the joke… it has to be awful! I am told if you get up at just the right time and look out your window, you can see a bevy of socks running down the street, who knows where they are headed, how they will get there or what they will become… it’s all about the escape.
Then there are the sock…
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