There is a Hole in my Sock.

Imagine this- You wake up in the morning(feeling like P. Diddy), and you make yourself a cup of good ol' strawberry quik, and all of a sudden your fat gray cat rubs against your arm that you're holding the quik with and pink liquid goes everywhere! ugh, stupid cat. You get down on the ground in order to clean up the mess, and after cleaning up the oppsy you decide that it's a lazy day and you'll just take a nap on the cold kitchen floor with the quik still in your hands. As you were drifting in and out of light sleeps your eyes can only stare at your feet and that stupid cat rubbing up against them. You clearly see there is no hole in your sock, but when wake from your slumber you feel there is a cold draft hitting your big toe. You look, and alas! a hole! you look down, examine it closely. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch. How did that little bugger get there? Maybe it was that stupid cat, or P. Diddy...

I just felt like sharing my awesomeness and i felt it made for a cute story.
Posted on November 30th, 2009 at 07:23pm

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