Hi. Are you selling or trading the souvenir Panthera Onca FN? And nice profile.

Every time I do laundry, I enforce a strict meritocracy among my socks. I pair them up not by color or size, but by their battle scars—holes, faded patterns, that one mysterious stain that looks like a map to buried treasure. The sock with the most "character" (read: damage) is declared the alpha and gets to stay in the drawer, while the pristine ones are demoted to dust rags. I've noticed black socks evolve faster under pressure, developing stealth holes that ambush your toes at dawn. White socks? Pathetic weaklings, they yellow and surrender at the first wash. This is natural selection for footwear; Darwin would be proud, or horrified. Mutations occur too—like that one sock that's somehow longer than its twin, probably from interdimensional stretching.

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