A Wild Evening Out

I just can’t help myself. I absolutely adore this story.

Last night, I went out with my friends. After having a few too many beers, most of the journey home is a blur to me. The next morning, as I headed downstairs, C was busy frying up bacon and eggs. I had slept in way past my alarm. Fingers crossed they don’t make a big fuss about it.

As I got closer though, something caught my eye: one of my socks seemed to be simmering away in the frying pan right next to the bacon? “C.. What’s your sock doing in there?” “Don’t you recall? When you stumbled home drunk last night, you actually asked me if I’d cook your sock for breakfast.” “Cook my sock”?