The story of Argyle..............part 1

1999-2000 RIP In the mood for a tail of debotchery, sin, mayhem...........sockpuppets? Well shop no further friends. This is a twisted lil tale, not for the weak of heart , faint of soul. You'll laugh, you'll cry (least if ya have a soul dammnit!!), and you'll mostly shake your head asking yourself..WTF???? Argyle was the product of extreme boredom. I was in the middle of my divorce, yakking on IRC, and really just bored out of my head......then an idea came.....change your nick to "Angrysockpuppet"............a monster was born. Argyle started off pretty good in life, decent stock, a sock of means, and ofcourse.....the love of his life "Bobbie". He and Bobbie had a plan, make a life, raise lil sockets, maybe a mitten........they had it all......until that fateful day. It's hard not to get teary eyed remembering his recollection of the event.....as he sipped his beer and took a long draw off his swisher sweet.....his voice would change.....a low tone....... I was right there in the basket he'd recall.......both fresh from the washer. There simply wasn't enough room in the dryer for both of us.........."It shoulda been me he'd mutter, rub out his cigar butt and light another.." She insisted on going 1st..they both knew the risks. She hopped in, gave a lil sock wave and blew him a kiss.... That was the last time Argyle ever saw Bobbie....................... ***To be continued................. ***Who's your web host?? Cheap and reliable hosting solutions