I’m posting from “Someplace”, a bizarre paralell dimension where all he lost socks from the dryer go.
Our economy is based off of lost socks.
And no, we can’t send the socks back by putting them in a dryer here.
The dryer actually ends up filling with MORE socks until it explodes.
It's better than it compressing under the weight of all those socks until it reaches singularity.
Then there wouldn't be ANY socks left in the universe. They would all get sucked into the resulting black hole (question for any physicists out there - if your white socks fall into a black hole, will they stay white?)
I hate it when that happens.
Lint all over the freakin' place.
Beats the heck out of my Irish wife trying to pay the grocer with potatoes. I keep trying to tell her, "Honey, the grocer already has potatoes!."