Poor sock! You don't even want to know about my poor socks. My dirty nasty feet will sweat naked on an iceberg. Naked in bed, hanging out the window of my car while I'm doing 90 in the slow lane. I've often thought of casting my dirty feet away, of cutting them off and putting them in the dumpster. And I ain't to old to hurry, cause I ain't to old to die, but I sure am hard to beat.