Lessee I've misplaced alot of things, namely my n64 carts. I know I didn't trade them in for store credit, but fuck me if I did. I want to play some goldeneye, dammit.
It is my hypothesis that all of our socks have somehow found a wormhole through the space-time continuum and have landed in grassy fields all around the world, where they turn into sheep. This is known as the law of conservation of wool and is well-accredited in many scientific circles. Either that, or your brothers, coworkers, friends, and roommates are stealing them to jack off in. But yeah, I prefer the former.
"I would be totally embarassed to write this, even as a fakepost. it's not funny except in how you seem to think it's good. look at all the redundancies, for fuck's sake. "insipid semantics, despicable mediocrity" ugh gross gross. I want to take a shower every time I read your prose." -Steel