I am a sock.
I mostly carry around dirty feet with me all day.
My owner walked around his school today. He also helped various students work on the Mayan calendar, and also ran a detention. How exciting. Or is it?
At the end of the day, it appeared he had some sort of meetings, to which I say, look at the text on my sock! LOOK AT IT!
My sock later drove home, ate some kbbq with a friend, and then disposed of me accordingly.
I am now lying dead in a laundry basket just waiting to be washed, and potentially never worn again.
