I went on a sock hunting expedition...

I went on a sock hunting expedition in my bedroom.

I was down to my last sock, a brown one with argyle patterns on the side, and I needed to find a matching sock to wear to an important meeting I had scheduled with the Nigerian Ambassador.

I found one on a lamp, one under my bed, one between my pillows, and one stuck to a clean shirt hanging in my closet.

I found another in my dogs bed with holes chewed in it.

None of the socks matched the one I was wearing, but I was determined to find it.

I was sitting on the toilet, all bent over and doing my kegel exercises and something caught my eye.

It was the sock I needed, under my toilet. It was wet and stinky and had pubic hairs on it, (reminded me of an old girlfriend) but it matched the one I was wearing so I put it on.

I didn't have time to wash my hands so I wiped them on the dog and headed to my meeting. I could hardly wait to shake the ambassadors hand.

I brushed the hair out of my eyes and headed for the car.



Reprinted from Oddwally.com