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Little. Fucker. Socks.

…for these kid socks… that they can’t wear in front of their grandparents!

They’re like my Trump socks,

-Shady

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Obnoxiousocks!

…but, for obvious reasons, I had yet to wear them.

That is, until today… after I fixed them.

Still obnoxious... but at least more accurate!

I say fuck Godwin.

Word,

-Wayne

Spot. On.

I want to wear those almost every day of my life,

-Shady

…for my birthday all the way from San Francisco.

I sock the line.

The Man in Black... socks.
Yeah, buddy!

But then, the very next day, I got these pairs of socks from my good friends Bryan and Alisha in Columbus.

More socks!

And this pair of socks (which may or may not be knee-highs for a woman) from my good friend Sue in Los Angeles.

And more socks!

I’m sensing both a trend and a conspiracy here.

Still, all of the pairs are much appreciated… and desperately needed.

I can take a hint.

Socks it to me,

-Shady

…our good friends Erik and Robyn for this sweet pair of socks (which match her daddy’s sweet pair of socks)…

Matching socks from Erik and Robyn!

…and our good friend Dima for this Hot Wheels car (titled D-Muscle… get it?) that he designed.

Hot Wheels from Dima!

Grey loves presents… just like her father,

-Shady

Sweet! Socks!

…for these sweet new socks!

Can’t wait to stink ’em up,

-Shady

Old Poop!

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