Friday, August 19, 2011

I'm polite. Now can I borrow your scissors.

Let's get this straight. I love company. I just love having people over to my house. But I hate being company because I always have such bad luck with it. Every time I go over to someone's house the exact same thing happens within the first few seconds I walk through the door. People always say "go ahead, take your socks and shoes off." WHAT? How the hell am I supposed to do that?! Don't you know it's impossible to take your socks off before your shoes? But I try to be polite as I can, and what do I get for it? A bunch of socks cut up with scissors. What do you think I'm made of sock money? Or socks for that matter?

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