When I was driving home from work I stopped at a yard Sale. There was an old man selling socks. I stole a pair of socks so I could sniff the sweat smell. I like the smell of sweat. :D Then I went home.
The next day I was running late for work so I didn't pay attention so I accidentally put on the stolen socks. Halfway through the day, my feet started getting wet. I went to the bathroom to try to dry off the socks maybe they get wet?
I puked. The socks were red was it blood? Then they started flying around. They flew around like those ghosts in movies, so obviously these socks contained souls angry souls. I screamed. "We will eat you," they said.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!11!!!1!11!!!!!!!!!!1!!!111!1!!!" I screamed. Then they set me on fire. Then they started raining blood on me and the blood started to boil! I WAS BEING BOILED ALIVE IN BLOOD!
''I like ice cream,'' I thought.