Curses Leveled Against the Khaki Sock

Curse you, khaki sock. Your entire purpose in your sorry, feeble existence, is to wrap around my foot... And fall down a little bit at the ankle. Why are you hiding from me? You socks are like the Borg from Star Trek. First of Six, Second of Six, Third... Okay, basically, you're Six of Six. All of the other little Borg socks showed their faces; why would you choose to hide from me? Doom on you, Khaki Sock Six of Six; doom on you.

Author's Note: I'm stuck here at the house while my mp3 player is loading music for the day. Obviously, there's not much else to do but write this post and watch "Knocked Up".