It's washing machines and dryers that find socks delicious.
... which is less of a joke than you'd think. Small items can get partially forced between the rubber seal and the drum and then when the drum rotates, the item is slurped outside like a strand of spaghetti.
Also sometimes identical-looking socks that get paired together by the manufacturers eventually drift in appearance because they were from separate dye batches, leaving the owner with a pair of odd socks.
The other other explanation is the sock gnomes. We don't talk about the sock gnomes.
They’re allergic so perhaps never had the chance to experience it. My kitty is curled up in my lap purring, I feel sad that some people underestimate them.
That’s practically what happened with Siegfrieda (my cat) and me.
Long story short: a stray hid herself in my garage. She was beaten, bleeding and pregnant, so I rushed her to the vet. “I don’t want another pet, we’re going to fix her up and find her a new home.” Seven years later, she’s still here.
I hate to be that guy, but they don’t remember where they hide their nuts. All the squirrels are hiding nuts, so they depend on finding eachothers stashes.
Friend of ours down in London has apparently been having issues with squirrels sneaking in from his balcony and stealing, very specifically, Toffee Crisps.
Don’t ask me any of the obvious follow-up questions there, I have no idea. But I reckon that squirrel is thriving.
Dang! Bill Westlake no less! Me and Bill Westlake fist-fought each other in junior high school and again shortly after we’d both graduated from highschool in our shitty northern California ag-town.
We hated each other back then, but I feel nothing but brotherly feels for him now, 30 years later.
I hope you are thriving Bill Westlake. I hope you have done well in life and I feel no animosity toward you whatsoever.
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