always check down the back of the sofa

maybe the socks go to an alternate universe!! wouldnt that be weird!

Maybe there’s a monster in my tumbler taking one of every pair of socks, and going ‘num’.

a friend brought her dog to my apartment the other day, and he started chewing on my black work socks!! how did he get them? should i wear them again? (i did wash them already—don’t trip!!!)

my boss sent me this awsame forward that says they will be there in heaven when you die. HAHA SO TRUE

ha ha, ‘num’

a universe of socks, where they’re all sittin around talking to each other

i mean that would be crazy right

maybe they’re all talkin about how they’re missing a human foot!

how do i find car keys

maybe the socks go to an alternate universe!! wouldnt that be weird!

it’s funny you say that...I’ve written a comedy screenplay with this exact premise.

do you think they would know/remember their names (that i gave them)?

no they will have set up their own colony and elected a new leader

My friend just buys all his socks the same color!

sometimes I just think “bloody socks...what’s the point!”

cast off your tedious bourgeoise trappings and go barefoot, it will give you some impressive callouses

yeah...... socks.

who are you telling!

ronan otm

ronan has been on a roll

That’s Louis’ way of asking how the rest of you handle dressing when the stockings marm has taken ill or something.

Also, classic is getting a dinner invite from friends and realizing you’re eating dinner with your own missing silverware.

nail clippers take a powder as well.

Missing underwear is kind of disturbing.

always in the last place you look

always cozying up to the missing scissors! it’s like they’re havin a party somewhere and we’re not invited

Missing socks build up enough static in the dryer and make the leap to antimatter. Proven by science.

Don’t you people know anything?

the teaspoons in this building go to the Secret Kitchen.

pleasant plains and i washed beeps clothes over the weekend. already the drier ate one of her tiny socks AND SHES NOT EVEN BORN YET.

as for teaspoons, they seems to multiply, but only one of us drinks tea and coffee.

Smaller socks slip more easily into alternate dimensions.

Also, pens. I can never find them.

My boyfriend buys all the same colour socks too. ALL WHITE. Including every single time he wears dark pants. It’s vexing.

I steal all your ballpoint pens to do crossword puzzles. yup. I come round in the middle of the night when you’re asleep and I’m in a different time zone and I nick them all. I’ve got a huge stack in my kitchen. In different colours. Just for doing crossword puzzles.

Missing underwear were in your pant-leg from the day before, and as you walked around they worked their way out, falling on the sidewalk or in the elevator at your job. Once I found a pair of my underwear by the side of the road near my kids’ school bus stop.

Good theory. I prefer that to the idea of some pervo stealing underwear off the clothesline.

This is my most humiliating moment by swer to god it’s true and many have laughed about it:

A few years ago, while walking up Sunset Blvd in Hollywood to get a sandwich for lunch near where I worked at the time, it was suumertime, mid july or august and hot! I was wearing a dress and no stockings—just mule -type shoes. As I walked, the elastic in the undies gave way and there I was... walking and the undies began to slide down my legs (much to my humiliation). They went all the way to my ankles and as they touched my shoes, I quickly stepped out of them left them lying on the sidewalk and kept walking. I never looked back. To this day they may be lying thee on the sidewalk, and I wonder who saw this incident and laughed! I laugh about it now, but onthat day I was beet red!

We know, we’ve seen it on youtube. (j/k) (or am I?)

Meanwhile, you know how everyone involuntarily makes scissor movements with their fingers when looking for scissors and locking/unlocking/car ignition motions when looking for keys and stirring motions when looking for a teaspoon? Now then, I’ve got a question because I don’t think I’ve ever lost one yet: what do you do when you’re looking for a sock?

Wiggy, that very same thing happened to a friend of a friend of mine! Nothing to do but proudly walk on!

I suppose it’s a good argument for maintaining a giant ass.

it was quite a moment, I can say that~ PP—that’s a great image! I guess it’s not as uncommon a thing as I thought!