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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Socks
Love is like finding the other sock in a large pile of laundry.
The other sock is always where you least expect it. (like stuck to the inside the arm of a shirt or in that weird space between the dryer drum and the place where the lint screen hangs out)
My friend, Patrick, says:
ReplyDeleteI think an important addendum is:
The other sock is always where you least expect it. (like stuck to the inside the arm of a shirt or in that weird space between the dryer drum and the place where the lint screen hangs out)