"Yeah well not only do you have a sock for a brain, but you also have a brain for a sock. And you put it on every day and squelch around town in it, leaving squelchy footprints splattered where'er the fingering breeze may take you. Now if you'll be so kind as to stand aside, I've important matters to alight. Good day, peasant." -- -=Dark_Angel=- 2003 Sock! Oh odious Socke! How I have missed thy machine-knit synthetic-fibred snugness On my sallow calf! Sock! Oh odiferous Socke! Think thou that Soc-rates was, perchance, misnamed? Sock! Oh ravelling Socke! When I fret at thy fraying demise My brain does cry! Through the trials of Althletics, You have stood by me! Never squelched in my quest for support, You have been a true, if slightly dirt-stained, friend! Although it pains me, We must part. You have worn through the best of times with me, Giving me a leg-up, And, alas, are worn-through. Adieu! Adieu! Adieu! (I can only see fit to replace you because Wal-Mart has Hanes on sale this week. Sorry old chum.)