I don’t pay much attention to my socks as I put them on each day. There are other parts of my wardrobe that demand more attention. But every year I get some new socks for xmas and I suddenly pay attention to them. Brand new socks feel so good that I wish I had a new pair for each day… but that would be silly.
I had a substitute teacher once who crossed his legs with one ankle on his knee, played with a stapler, and “accidentally” drop/slammed it down and wound up stapling a piece of paper to his calf. he had a prosthetic leg, and he liked to mess with middle school minds. he’d never tell us how he actually lost the leg, though…
Ah Biff. You’re like an enigma wrapped in ham wrapped in an awesome eyebrow-doo.
I’ve been stapled there, it’s not so bad… (really)
Is there anything Biff can’t staple?
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I probably should’ve stopped imagining what Biff feels in the depicted moment BEFORE moving on after the oven slippers page…