Accidentally wore my comfy socks to work today... and just between you and me, the levels of warmth, and luxury experienced by my feet in my accidentally-worn comfy socks were quite accidentally comfy indeed. Like having a quiet orgasm at your desk, only more sockish.
Maybe I should accidentally forget to put on work socks more often.
(Mind you, pretty soon I might accidentally forget to forget. And that would be a jolly bother.)
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2 comments:
'Like having a quiet orgasm at your desk, only more sockish.'
A triumph, Mr Train. I think I shall find some orgasmic socks (or sockish orgasms) post haste. Begone work socks, it's time for bed socks now.
Am beginning to suspect I should have used another simile...
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