It all started with a lone sock, left behind on the couch.
Then another one, and another, and another.
We're talking singles, doubles, argyles, stripes.
It's like the suburbanites are just giving up on matching.
Some say it's a sign of the apocalypse.
Others say it's just a good excuse to buy more socks.
Either way, we're here for the long haul.
Socks of Despair, where the lost socks go to cry.
The Lost Sock Chronicles, where the adventures never end.