It's one of those days... You wake up and thought "Shit I need to throw some socks away!" I'm positive this happens to everyone at some point of their lives.
No?
Hm.
Well anyway, unlike most people, I'm quite attached to my socks. Do you remember the time when you had to throw away your old PlayStation to get a Ps3, or when you had to send your least favourite child away so that you could adopt a new one? That's how I felt every time I had to throw away socks. That's when I had the idea to document my socks, so that I could still look at their photographs after they're long gone, just like how you took a picture of your child before you sent him away ( Did you? I hope so ). And also it's a justifiable reason to stay home during the weekends, taking photographs of socks and writing about them.
What's that, Inner Voice? It's not?
Hm. Not talking to you anymore, you're unsupportive as hell.
Starting with... my Freddy Krueger socks.
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I'd give anything just to adjust the position of the bottom sentence. But I'm lazy. |
Besides being kick-ass and insanely comfortable, Freddy Socks unfortunately, are also quite old. In fact, like ancient... they're at least 3 years old. A coupla weeks ago I bought.....
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FREDDY KRUEGER SOCKS : GENERATION ll
No, I didn't rob those socks off a homeless hobo at the train station. Bought those at a perfectly legal shop although I do feel ripped off 'cos obviously some dude just got a pair of scissors and just kinda went crazy on the originally unmolested socks. I totally could've done it myself, man. Did I just make a pun earlier?
*considers*
I conclude that I did not. Despite looking like footwear for hobos / something that a rabid dog used as a chewing toy, Freddy ll goes quite well with my SuperBoots™.
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It is a well-documented fact that I use these boots to kill stray kittens on the streets. |
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Freddy is finally happy. |