Fight on the Front Line against Testicular Cancer...

I woke up friday morning, like any other morning. In an absolute rush to get ready for work. Apparently it's hard for me to become a functioning member of society before noon. So I take my shower, eat some grub and finish getting ready. As I was about to finish and head out the door, I realized I couldn't find socks. 'Shit, I guess I'll just grab the first two I find in my room'.  I wasn't paying much attention, because Jesse was talking to me about something not that important, but important enough to occupy the smart part of my brain.

So I run into my room to grab socks, and grab the first two solo socks I could find. Put them both on and start to walk back out to where my shoes on. Thats when I noticed  a peculiar wetness in the bottom of my left sock. 'Why the hell is this sock wet? Did I spill in my room?'

After recalling where I picked that sock up, I was forced into a cold realization of why my sock was wet. Jesse, who was very committed to telling his story stopped when he saw my face twist up in a look of panic.

"Dude, whats wrong?" He asked.

"Dude, this sock is wet." He looked at me confused. "It's been used." After a moment, he caught on what I was saying. Yes, my negligence in the morning hustle caused me to grab a sock that I had recently used for masturbational purposes.  Not awesome.