THE DRYER ATE MY SOCK

Life just like a pair of old socks sometimes stinks and just as everything starts to get comfortable a hole develops somewhere inconvenient

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MY MOTHER

She held me up and kept me from falling

She held my hand and kept me steady

She held my head high and hit me in the face.

I wish life were a McDonald's where what you want is what you get.

But instead it's that crappy hot dog stand on the way to the beach where they put onions on your hot dog even though you hate onions.

So you throw it away even though it cost you your last dollar twenty-five

Because you're too scared to complain tot he guy at the counter.