I have been a good boy and ever wonder where all those lonely socks go when they disappear from the laundry? You know, they always disappear singly, not as a pair. Well, I know the answer! No - I don't raid the laundry and steal them like some Airedales. I know we have a reputation for that.
|They end up on Ocean Beach!|
|I made sure it was shaken, not stirred.|
|Ahhhhh - the smell of dirty feet in the morning.|
|Fly, baby, fly!|
|I left it by the white rose when I was done.|
I'm very Zen that way, you know.