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Saturday evening, 4:56 PM.

I was in my office, which is half of a HUGE cardboard box... I heard a distressed EW coming from outside. I didn't know why, or who, but as I put my feet up on the small desk, I realized... I ONLY HAD ONE SOCK!!

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DUN DUH DAAA!! Upon noticing the socks disappearance, I knew it had to be somewhere between here, and the Pussy Rap, a dodgy downtown gambling complex. It may be dank and stinky but damn, can those cats lay down some phat rhymes.

And so, with my money lost on a cat with no lip and the displacement of my beloved sock, I fell into a depression. After a somber moment I quickly shrugged off the near self resignation I stood triumphant yelling,"The sock will be mine!" Much discomfort was felt by my nearby colleagues, a small teddy called Doos and my life partner, Mrs Potato head.

And then, I had a vision of a sock in a fish bowl. It matched mine, but I was thinking 'WTF!'