Strange Brew by John Deering for April 19, 2010

Either the mudroom or the couch endless pit.

There should be more single socks that disappeared from the clothes dryer.

Is that Jimmy Hoffa under the lump in the distance?

….a remote possibility…

For revenge, these guys keep sending bankers back to us in return.

… through the quantum anomaly in the tractor shed, clearly.

Sheik - When socks get lost, they REALLY get lost…

Missing socks turn into jumbled coat hangers you can never get apart

I think lost socks turn black, hide in Tupperware, and retreat to the back of my refrigerator where they are permanently glued to the top of my veggie crisper.

I have an invisible black hole that follows me around swallowing things up. They reappear at random locations.

You have, no doubt, heard of the Hot Tub Time Machine.

Well, it has long been known that the whirling tubs of clothes dryers under the stress of heat form a vortex into the 8th dimension. The inhabitants there gather the socks and worship them as being sent by divine providence…

As I’ve said before, lost socks end up in the hozone layer.

Rhadamanthus, you fool! Everybody knows there are only six dimensions!