My socks say lots of mean things about me.
My socks are a bunch of vile, no good, inanimate ob
Sometimes when I come home I slip out of my shoes and walk around in my sock feet. That's when they really talk to me. Think of all the dirty words there are - my socks use all of them telling me what a no good I am.
I got so mad at them one night I picked up a hammer and hit them as hard as I could. Don't do that! Even if your socks curse you. I forgot that my feet were inside when I hit them.
I have tried to think of a way to keep my socks from saying things about me, but they always do.
Its strange that no one else can hear them when they talk. I get some strange stares sometimes when I am having a discussion with them. Everyone else is stupid - they can't hear. oh wel
And thats what my socks say about me.