Awww poor little lonely sock.
Sat under the bed, down the back of the radiator, in the gym bag, in the washing machine, in the dressing up box, behind the wardrobe. Its important that everyone takes some time out of their day and spends a moment of silence thinking about lonely socks.
Yeah sure we all think about that fantastic socked feeling you get when you put on a pair of fresh new socks, or the pleasure gained from popping the card of the new pair, but do we ever think about the humble lonely sock, all alone, sad, depressed and its wants to do is to keep you warm, bring you pleasure, laugh with the other socks in the sock draw, the one draw you have left after your girlfriend has put her clothes in every other draw you have and then finally after working through life keep you happy the lonely sock simply wants to retire as a childrens puppet entertainer.
Doesn’t it bring a tear to your eye?
Then you sir are heartless and you should hang your head in shame