f'zoinked to the r'soink
So tripped out you think your socks are alive and they’re plotting against you with a side of fries.
I tried to do my math homework and my socks started arguing. I failed the test.
I told my friend my dog was a spy. He said, 'Your dog’s just tired.'
I tried to eat fries and my socks said, 'We’re not done yet.'
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