I shall have thy socks!!

Warning, this is a post made in a previous blog and I thought I'd switch it around a bit and bring it back to life. LIFE. So, enjoy.

I shall have your socks to chew and to rip to shreds, then put them in a box and when it comes Christmas time, shove 'em under your Christmas tree! Bwa hahahaha! And attached to it, a little note that will read, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all shoish and give me candy canes and caffeine!!"

Woo! Socks? Where?! Soooooocks!! They shall all be MINE!

*takes the socks and chews them up, ripping them to shreds and such while salivating all over the tattered remains of what was once a $2 sock* Om nom nom nom nom!

I'm too much to handle, you'll want to duct tape my mouth shut, shove me in sheet after sheet of bubble wrap; then turn on a hair dryer to drown out my chatter. Mmhm. Squirrel baaaanter banter, banter, banter, banter, banter!!

I'm only slightly hyper. And irritated at the same time. So, that's not a good mix. NOPE. Not a good mix at all. Nom, nom, nom, nom, soooocks...