Woke up this morning, got dressed and went in the kitchen where my wife was already fixing breakfast.
I looked to see what she was cooking, and I see one of my socks in the frying pan.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
She said, "I'm doing what you asked me to do last night when you came to bed very Drunk," she replied.
Completely puzzled, I walked away thinking to myself ,
"I don't remember asking her to cook my sock..."
