Whos socks are those? I had never seen anyone around buni to wear them.
The sock-shank redemption
He couldn’t complain about his new life in the wild but he missed the warmth of the tumble dryer when the days and nights grew cold and the winter wind wind howled around the sock warren door.
Welcome to the island of missing socks.
Oh so that’s where my missing socks went.
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Whos socks are those? I had never seen anyone around buni to wear them.
The sock-shank redemption
He couldn’t complain about his new life in the wild but he missed the warmth of the tumble dryer when the days and nights grew cold and the winter wind wind howled around the sock warren door.
Welcome to the island of missing socks.
Oh so that’s where my missing socks went.