It's a true shame that socks cannot speak. Yes, it did. I tried to make a hole at the big toe to get some breathing room, but I was too new. Wet and soapy. I hate getting stuck next to a pair of poopy underpants because the detergent breaks away all the skid marks and they get swished by me.
Underwear is a tough job.
Especially white underwear. They've got it real bad. Feet stink, but it ain't like ass after a shit. I really like Led Zeppelin. We work well together.