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And Bob Joles as Jonas Sock
I laughed more than I should have
I know so many like this.
By the by, curry bread is the best Indian food.
Well I have a new recipe for pintrest!
Namaste, bitches, indeed.
I love the missing sock on the milk carton.
Native Americans eat tandoori, don’t they? or do they stick to Chinese takeout, pizza and Wendy’s?
I think they just drink fire water.
They obviously have every reason for that.
fire water? Win! I am clearly part native american. *off to apply for minority grants and collect casino $*
I once went to an Indian (Native American) casino that had an Indian (Indian) restaurant inside it.
My ambien addled brain read thecreightonberyl’s post as Indian (feather) and Indian (dot). No more Sock Puppet Theatre after meds…
And there were doubtless a group of Polish ladies from Detroit eating there, right? And, if this follows the general theme, they’d call the place the Golden Wok.
Were they like “yo dawg, I heard you like Indian Food”?
Being an Indian (feather) who goes to a temple every week and eats Indian (dot) food I may cause the cubicle sock’s cubicle to implode.
Best one yet! I actually saw this when it was on Pinterest. I did the keyboard face_palm when I read “They call it fry bread don’t they?” Too damn funny. Well done Sockpuppet, well done.
P.S. I love this recipe from Artisan Bread. I made it tonight.
I’m 1/8″ Choctaw Indian. Ironically, my tribal name is “Feather Not Dot”.
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself…but will there be a porn version of this site called “Cock Puppet Theater”?
A friend of mine wants to know.
Rock ‘em Sock ‘em RoboPuppet Theatre?
“The Real Sock”, where they put a dozen mismatched socks in a luxury beachside laundramant’s coin-op dryer to live together. There’d have to be one gay sock, one redneck sock, one slutty stocking, one diva fishnet, one black sock, etc – and then film the ensuing hilarity.
Or at least World Sock Federation wrasslin’ socks.
I really do insist that you take down that ‘new episodes every Tuesday’ pic at this point.
As a person who has made a very good living as an architect blowing through deadlines…Give ‘em a pass. Anyone can stuff parts of their body into a tube sock (as a friend of mine does…often…because I’m, er, he’s lonely), that’s the easy part. But delivering a quality product on schedule…well, if y’all don’t like it, demand a refund.
Oh…wait…that’s right. It’s free.
I could post videos of my sock adventures. Every Tuesday, Friday, Saturday (morning, noon, 2:45 pm and bedtime, plus any time I see an image of Mila Kunis or nasty little ol’ Holly Hunter/Elastigirl) But I don’t think you’d like it. Better stick with the pros.
If you need me…I’ll be at my ‘bation station.
Oh, well if you’re insisting.
My crippled OCD heart thanks you.
Am I the Last Sock Standing?
You don’t want to know what’s in the sock…
Sockpuppets, how I miss the.
This thing on???
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