Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.So kiss me goodbye.
Honey, I’m gonna make it out alive.
So kiss me goodbye.
I can see the (tubesock) in your eyes.
Goodbye.
So my dad kinda has this strange idea that “Snakes on a Plane” somehow corrolates with Sock Wars.
What is this “Sock Wars”, you ask? I’ll tell ya.
It’s basically like capture the flag, but you chuck socks at each other instead of a ball; the two teams’ home bases are artfully piled mounds of cardboard; and the flag is a glowstick instead of a flag, because it is played in the dark.
The War starts on *August 18th.
Think that you can handle it?
If you’re interested, talk to my peeps using the contact info.
*Part of the b-day festivities!
Gosh! Doesn’t anybody come here anymore?
Hey MD, If I were there, I would be the first one in line to chuck a killer sock ball at your head. Remember, if they outlaw socks, then only the outlaws would have socks.
Hey! That’s not nice!
You’re right, and that’s we’re not outlawing it. If they did, though, I would be the outlaw.
I know it’s not nice. It’s called revenge. I’m pretty sure you’re the one who hit me in the eye in one of our SockWars. And revenge is a dish best served up in a sock.
What!? I did not! I’d actually only been to one of your wars. It was probably Lindsay, anyway.
She’s on my list, too.