The Odd Sock
But probably subtler was the one I’ve been playing on my mate Dave.

Dave has the most immaculate flat in the world. Howard Hughes would happily eat off the floor there if he was still alive. Shoes are strictly banned, and everything has to be in its exact place. I think you get the idea.

One day he announce that the had thrown out all his socks and bought twenty pairs of new identical black socks. “Now show me the odd sock when I do my laundry” he said.

Challenge accepted. For the past eight years, probably every three or four months, I take one of my own odd socks out with me when I’m going around to his flat. And if the timing is right I sneak it into the depth of his laundry basket.

The thing is that he has never once mentioned the odd sock problem. And. It's. Very. Slowly. Driving. Me. Mad.
(strongp, Sat 14 Jan 2012, 20:16, 4 replies)

Excellent. A genuine contender.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 14 Jan 2012, 21:02, closed)

^What Mincing Charles The Gayest Villager In Gaydom said^

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sun 15 Jan 2012, 18:11, closed)

^^ What Sir Queenie Queerton of Quicksuck Manor said ^^

( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Sun 15 Jan 2012, 20:09, closed)

^ What the Duke of Double-Dicking said ^

( .Yeti., Mon 16 Jan 2012, 11:14, closed)

If he ever asks
tell him the washing machine ate them & you were making up the shortfall.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sun 15 Jan 2012, 0:35, closed)