It was Thursday and I had overslept again. 3:56 pm and I was still in bed. "Life is so bland... So stale," I thought to myself with despair. I slowly got out of bed to grab a red bull to resume my meaningless existence. As I ate my bowl of fruity pebbles, I remembered that I forgot to go to the Civic Center to pay my speeding ticket. Today was the last day. Since I hadn't done laundry in a month, I had no choice but to put on dirty clothes and rush out of the house. I grabbed some miss-matched socks and put on my light up shoes and busted out of the house like a fireball. On my way to the civic center, in mid dash, I fell onto the hard pavement. My face was pressed against something soft. I got up and saw a sock before me. It matched one of the socks I was wearing. My OCD kicked in and I took off the odd sock and put on the matching one I had found. Suddenly my socks had disappeared. Bumpin' music started playing out of nowhere. Suddenly I was transported to an arena full of socks. They were scattered everywhere. "It's time to clean up this clutter!" I shouted with confidence. My head started to bob to the beat as I matched socks like a pro. I was running out of time to get to the civic center. I doused bleach on to a mass amount of socks and put them together as whites. I heard a loud voice of authority announce my intelligent bleach move. I looked at the clock, 20 seconds till closing. I grabbed a pair of socks with clocks on them with my mighty man-child hands and bought more time. I was going to make it to the Civic Center... But t I felt empty leaving the endless array of socks unmatched. This is here I belong. This is what I was born to do. For once life was interesting again. Finally life was full of flavor. I pulled up my sleeves, bobbed my head o the beat, and smiled as I matched like the ill G that I am. "I'm home now..."
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Hunter dog 10
Sock-lord