re: #490 Fat Bastard Vegetarian

It must piss Charles off to no end, but to know that someone just can’t live without your website has to help the anger.

Socks are pitifully embarrassing.

Amen, brotha. You shoud see my socks. Well, actually, you shouldn’t.

I’m such a cheap-ass that only recently did I venture forth to Target to buy some new socks and underwear with which to replace my hole-ridden, years-old mainstays.

In case you’re a married male who does not participate in such shenanigans, allow me to inform you that a set of 12 Chinese-made cotton socks, and 3 Chinese-made cotton boxers (we’ll talk about the undisclosed benzine, asbestos, and melamine later) can cost upwards of $20 bucks. You’ll no doubt agree that this is ri-goddam-diculous.

But then it occurred to me that — aside from a select few STDS and a spot on the sex offender registry — there are not many things I can buy today for $20 that I’ll still have 15 years from now.

So I guess there’s a case to be made for replacing embarrassing socks.