Socks!

Socks are marvelous, magical things. They live in the forest of Ooshdoop, down near the river of Dingly-Dell.
I just got a new pair to live on my feet, and we are getting along quite swell-ingly. They are knee-high, brown with orange and green spots, and flowers just below the top. It is an exciting time of discovery when one tries out a new pair of socks, especially ones as overbearingly attractive as these. Such is the power of these socka, that all bow in awe of the IMMENSE POWER AND MAJESTY THEY BEHOLD! MWAHAHAHA!! Lucky for everyone I'm not a megalomaniac, otherwise I could quite easily rule the universe. At the moment I'm too distracted just trying to run a radio show. It's hard work, OK! Geez, you don't have to be so mean about it.

I thought about posting a picture of my socks for all to fully grasp the beauty of the power of such creatures, but then you'd all become my brain-altered zombie-like slaves, and I don't really want that responsibilty.

Oh, and fickle me is changing my photo back.