TYPE:Laundry
TARGET:Dirty socks

*'Hands' Martiansky a strawberry emergencee*

hee hee hee. Here, snuck back some of the fishy's Pete's in our socks.....um, gotta run.

Rub it in our noses, you mean little apocalyptic furballs. We are *supposed* be four also. Cough it up already! We want our other sock back, dammit.

Henceforth we shall be known as the 3/4SotA, and we shall continue to strike fear in the toes of bad socks everywhere. (shut up Rian, we are as apocalyptic as the next apocalyptic sock dammit).

shoo kitty, stop that! That TICKLES!!! Don't you have some harbingering of doom to do somewhere???

Hey 4FKotA, have you seen our other sock? We seem to be only three today.

It's socks like *you* that give us a bad name....

The 4SotA now cast this curse of doom upon you: May you lose half of your pair IN A COIN OPERATED LAUNDROMAT and thus BE FOREVER CAST ASIDE AS WORTHLESS! MWAH HA HA HA! [lightning strike, thunder]

well it just fuckin sOcks when its all quiet like this

yeah baby, show us your socks

who needs balls when you've got socks. *heh*

*sigh*

4SotA crushes the 4WotA, but especially Rian and Tisha........