Those little white girly, size four, so short they sink down under your heel after three steps socks may be cute in the summer, but nothing beats a man sock in the winter. They come in all kinds of dorky patters, warm comfy materials, and reach all the way up to your knee.
That being said, this morning I needed socks. It’s ten degrees outside, I need man socks. I rummaged though my dad’s sock drawer, nope, none of those I wanted. Went to my brothers room and what do I find in his underwear drawer? A fourteen year old boys underwear drawer…hummm… let’s think.
Porno magazines?
A pack of cigarettes?
Underwear even?
No, no, and yes but who cares. I found an unopened bottle of Don Perignon. Do all fourteen year old boys have bottles of Champaign in their underwear drawers? I’m really quite afraid for the world.
I took this death test at TheSpark.com and it told me I’m going to die on March 12, 2054 at the age of 69. I was really hopping to live longer than that. It said that I have a 29% chance of dying of cancer, 17 % chance I’ll die of a homicide, 7% chance I’ll die of third degree burns, and 5% chances that I’ll die of either lonelyness or a hear attack. Oh yeah, and 325355 people claim to have leprosy.
Not terribly uplifting, but a little interesting none the less.
This is a very fun site . They do all kinds of interesting experiments and tricks.
How evil are you?
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