The Sockless sock.

Last night Mike and I went to our friends 20th birthday party. It was a long rough night. Vodka. My good friend Martha Schreiber (yea i probably spelled it wrong) spilled a whole cup of something on my foot. As a result I had to take my sock off. At the end of the night I stayed over at a friends and am now going to class with a hangover, the clothes from the night before, and only 1 sock! WHY ME???!

~Dave