Tube sock

My favorite tube sock finally disintegrated. And with it, all the caked in spooge from years of companionship.

I'm not quite sure of the year I bought it, maybe 1980. It saw me through Faye. And the Facts of Life. Don't forget Charlie's Angels, Like a Virgin, and Erkel.

I've had many sock-companions over the years, but somehow it had managed to hang around (my penis). I remember tossing it with friends, drinking warm Schlitz on hot July evenings. Of course the sock got warm because we were busy tossing this little blue sock, stopping occasionally for a swig from the little fat green bottles.

It's been caught, dropped, deflected, spun, slammed into the ground and stuck on a few roofs.

But now, 27 years later, it's cracked. Garbage. Yesterday. Funny. Sad.

Thanks for your years of servicing, old friend.