"Oh yeah, some really sweet socks you brought over to my place! Shit, how I like it when my guy brings me a few nice, dirty socks, what with soaked in nasty sweat and whatnot!" Skylar exclaimed, spinning around in excitement until she drilled a small hole in the ground! "What? Yeah, it's a perfectly normal thing to do, don't you think? I came to your house to use your washing machine. Your washing machine is awesome. It reminds me of carrots." You speak, making a gesture that looks like someone masturbating.
Skylar jumps out of her hole with an elegant triple backflip. "Ahooooooooo! What did you say, Johnny? Or, David, I mean." "YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE CARROTS!" You yell at her face, which makes Skylar start vibrating with laughter. "Hahahahaha, you vegetable eating shit!" "Oh yes also, these are my sister's socks. You see, she has very strongly sweating feet or something, that's why all her socks turn nasty and stinking after wearing them for just 30 minutes or so. Also she wears every pair of sock for at least two weeks and at the same time, she produces at least 5 pairs of stinky socks every day..."
You jump over to Skylar, bringing your face dangerously close to hers. "MY LIFE IS HELL!" "Oh, I know, dear. Oooohhh, ooohhhh, what a minute! These socks... Yes, I want to have those socks. Right now." "Wait what, why. No, leave them alone." But Skylar swiftly steals your basket from you and buries her cute little hands really deep into the dirty, unwashed, smelling mass of worn clothes. "Shit, that's really fucking nasty, you know? If you make me a sandwich now, I won't eat it. Unless it has carrots with peanutbutter in it. That combination is the fucking best." "There they are! Eccolo!" Skylar suddenly screams, ripping two of the smelliest, dirtiest socks of the basket with so much force that they smack you in the face so hard that you are sent flying backwards while also spinning really fast.
You collide with a house that explodes on impact, you are sent flying again for about a minute or so, before you hit the ground, leaving a crater so huge that at least 27 cars fall in there, and on top of you. "Those fucking socks! Hate em!" You scream in anger, punching the cars so that they go away and then flying back out of your hole, you land on the street and walk back to Skylar's place really fast. Because owning a car makes you know how to walk REALLY fast, like a cheetah wearing nike shoes high on Red Bull, or something.
"Hey, Skylar, you know these socks smelled really bad when you whipped me straight across the face with them. I also killed a house and about 27 cars, so that's bad. Wait, WTF are you doing, smelling my sister's socks?" You are so shocked and appalled at the sight of your lovely girlfriend inhaling the ripe, sour stench of your sister's well-worn socks that you flat out say WTF. As in, you did not say 'What the fuck'. You said every letter on its own, even though you normally dislike it when people do that.
"Hey there, Joseph. I mean, David. Don't mind me, just checking out those sweet socks you left for me." "I've been meaning to wash them on your house! Arrrgh, gross! Don't push them directly over your face like that-Noooo! Ey listen up, I won't be kissing you for a week now, unless you brush your teeth... With peanutbutter." "And let me guess, with carrots?" "No! Or, I mean... can you even brush your teeth with a carrot?" "Sure can! Here, let me show you..." Skylar says, getting out a seriously sweet carrot.
I mean, it was long, and huge and shining with a regal, strong orange. There seemed to be droplets of pure FRESHNESS all over it and it was radiating cool waves of pure JOY! "Oh yes, please, show me!" "Nah, I think I will go for a jog instead." "Uhh... alright." "Yeah, but I'll be wearing your sister's socks for it, is that ok?"
"Uhmm... I guess not? I mean, hey! She's like..." You pull out a piece of paper and look on it. "Fucking 8 years old, or something. And I take it you're a bit older than that, aren't you!!!" You say, glancing sharply at Skylar's big, round breasts. You are tempted to give them a poke, but Skylar is already busy putting on your younger sister's sweaty socks. "Don't you tell me what to do. You're 15 and came here by car! I don't even think that's legal." "Your face is not legal! Hahahaha!" You fall to the ground, shaking with uncontrollable laughter at your great, funny joke.
"Oh fucking hell, you just got PWN'D, bee-yetch!" You yell from the bottom of the floor, when suddenly Skylar is fed up with your bullshit and simply shuts you the fuck up by pushing her feet in your face. Like all good girls, Skylar has pretty damn sweaty feet and right now, they're also sweaty and all nasty and they smell of moldy cheese and vinegar and bad stuff like that. Or popcorn with nacho cheese or something, those things are actually pretty taste and yet no so much when the smell is coming from feet.
Especially if it's also coming from your little sisters socks, which are now on Skylar's pretty feet, fitting like a glove, or more like a hand-shoe rubber thingie, right?
"You know what, Skylar is actually a pretty strange name, come to think of it." You mumble beneath Skylar's sole, which is still pressing you down.
Suddenly, you shrink to a really small size because smelling your sisters socks makes that happen frequently. It also happens frequently that she does it to you on purpose. It's fun to her, but not for you, since her feet smell.
"Awwww fuck, what the chips?" Skylar says as you shrink away from beneath her feet. "Man, I should have known ripping out various plants from my garden and smoking them in rolled up copy paper was a bad idea when all the dogs suddenly went blue..." "See what you did now, I can't believe it!" you scream in anger, but your small size makes it sound really pathetic and also kind of cute, sort of like when a cat farts.
"Awwww shit, you look so cute, and also sort of pathetic like this! I should throw you into the pile of smelly socks, or in the shoes I'm about to run in, or... Shit, I dunno, rub you over my naked feet just like this! What do you think, huh huh huh?"
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