“I’m going to rename my dog “Jupiter” because he’s mostly made of gas.”
All joking aside, though, where did all of those extra socks go? They aren’t hiding in those bunchy corners of the fitted sheets. I didn’t throw them out. Those are some quality socks! They cover my feet with soft awesomeness!
I didn’t eat them.
I didn’t use them in crafts.
I’m not currently friends with Doctor Who…
So, I am left with the only logical conclusion: there’s a black hole in my sock drawer created by the meeting of two identical socks from parallel universes. Beware of your sock drawers people! This could happen to anyone!