Where would we be without socks

One by one my toes would freeze. And they would die and become black stubs on my feet. And then I'd have to amputate them and never be able to walk again. Then I would be fat and immobile and bitter, driving around the supermarket in a handicap scooter buying more frozen TV dinners that I would take home and eat while watching sitcom reruns and eventually just stare off into space and time...all alone feeling the cut-off nerves tingle where my toes used to be and then suddenly wake up to the monotonous buzzing of my outdated PC and then go to sleep. *sigh* such is life. LOL. wow....I crack myself up.