After a day of lavish shopping, I know you’re itching to worship my dirty, sweaty white socks. The mere thought makes you yearn to press your loser face against them, desperate for the intoxicating scent. As you eagerly hand over your cash to reimburse my spree, my sweaty socks crave more. Show your worth by paying up, and perhaps I’ll reward you with that coveted sniff you desire. Stop daydreaming and start earning it—you know you can’t resist the allure of my sweaty socks.
