By the light of the moon and the wisdom of the ages, the Sock Oracle has spoken.
It is foretold that the socks shall never be matched again, for the washing machine hath devoured them all.
Yet, in the depths of despair, a glimmer of hope doth appear.
For in the land of the missing socks, a great hero shall arise, with the strength of a thousand folding machines and the cunning of a thousand lint rollers.
More Sock Prophecies »It is written, the world shall end in a sea of missing socks, with only the most discerning of folding machines standing between us and the abyss.
But fear not, for the Sock Oracle hath foreseen this doom and doth provide us with the tools to survive the impending sockocalypse.
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