Sock
It’s hilarious opening a package from your sister and finding a sock.
It’s even more hilarious when you realize it isn’t your sock.
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I love your family.
I’ve been looking for that sock!! ITS MINE!!!
I don’t understand. Why did Alicia address it to herself at your address. I’m so confused.
ALSO MIKE D!!! YOU HAD BETTER MSPAINT YOUR ADDRESS OUT OF THAT ENVELOPE, ELSE YOU COULD BE SUBJECT TO INTERNET-IDENTITY THEFT!!!!@
P.S. I know where you live. And so does everyone on the intertron.
I would say that someone else sent the sock to Alicia, and she has now sent it to Mike D., who must now send it on in a never ending cycle.
Yep we all know where you live now. But wait, isn’t the House of Rock moving anyway?
Now it’s time to sign up Mike D. to the weirdest mailing lists so that he gets not just junk mail, but really odd junk mail. Like a Monistat or Chuck E. Cheese mailing list.
Too late! I have already mailed him all my odd socks.
He’s leaving his address “accidently” availible for Britney Gallivan to find.
My theory is that Alicia has now set you free, according the laws governing house elves. Now we know the “D.” stands for Dobby!
Well we know what you’ve been reading lately, Jes Saint.