There once was a shit sock.
No, let's not lie. I bet there has been and is and were other shit socks too.
But let us focus on our fish stock.
So there once was a shit sock that was shit. Full of shit that is. It had been white once, but now it was brown (wow!).
The shit stock was passed along in a group of teens, then adults and finally
Us. Are. Toys.
The sock is not.
Everyone shat in the sock that was called the shit sock. It was stacked with shit. No one never ever in their life times emptied the shit dock. Only once they were dead.
The shit socc. Was passed along into many.
The generations were happy. I mean look, they had a shit sock!
The shit sock was also happy. You could call it even gay if you were an old Brit. Just not anymore. You were, but now you're not.
The shit sock travelled through time and money, full of shit. It spread it's shitty lies and tales everywhere.
And then finally, one day a coffee shop owner decided to throw it away! But oh no.
That was not okay with our little sock shit.
Nah, the sick shot jumped from its place next to the bean brewing thing, i don't fucking know okay??!
and it yes, jumped into the machine. The machine said:
"Welcome to the machine!"
The shot sick thanked and tasted coffee with it's non living (or existing) organs.
Then it was brewed into coffee. Yummy.
The end.
