Is that because you buy em up at the thrift shop when he gets rid of them?
Well, yeah! I mean, they're in the used socks bin but there's a sign right there that says "guaranteed non-baggy" in Spanish or at least I think that's what "Comprar estos calcetines estúpido gringo" means and anyway I could die from the dang mosquito bites on my ankles. Which is another thing I want to complain about - did you know that male mosquitoes are sweet, retiring little guys who get a bad reputation because it's the females - YES, ONLY THE FEMALES - who suck blood but when you see a male mosquito flying around what do you do but fall over the table chasing the little SOB with a rolled-up copy of the Weekly World News until you finally corner him against the microwave and BAM! - no blood spot. I mean, you get a big, fat female mosquito who's just used your epidermis for a picnic table and you get this incredibly satisfying GOOSH! even if it's your own blood that's spattered all over the Chippendales calendar and so you catch a bunch of crap from your roommate who insists he isn't gay but hangs out with a bunch of Beast posters who are trying to figure out if being unnaturally attracted to gear shift levers and rubber gaskets deserves its own gender on Facebook and wants to know if you'll cover for him at work while he trots through the Pride Parade dressed in a Speedo and a pony harness and towing the Mayor who's whipping his butt with a riding crop and shouting "On, Bucephalus!" and he's the Republican incumbent.
Ear hair pisses me off too.