Half Full by Maria Scrivan for June 13, 2022

The one on the left was never seen again..

If they were smart, they’d be holding hands.

Yeah, you might get stolen by this guy: https://www.gocomics.com/offthemark/2022/06/13?ct=v&cti=2195908

I’m scared!

Sock it to me, sock it to me!

I thought they were just standing there to watch the wash go ’round.

Thunder Dome: Two go in, one comes out.

Usually one will say “Hey, see you next time around.”

You first…

Aaand if you didn’t get lost in the washing machine go and visit the wishy-washy Bermuda shorts Dry-mangle…

A trial separation?

Knock-em! Sock-em (who here remembers actually playing one of those?)

“Until laundry do us part…”

I recently got a sign with clothespins along the bottom that says “Lost socks seeking sole mates”. Before this, they had to wait in the Hall of Lost Socks (top dresser drawer in the back bedroom) to be reunited.

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to socks. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of socks’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call

the Dryer Zone.