(Um....*tries to hands phone to ma friend to my left* *gets shoved off chair* Ok, then. Ill ise somethin ele.)


Hi. My name is Right Foot Sock. My mate is Left Foot Sock. We live with our owner, a girl named _____*. Let me tell yoy a bit od my life before i get stuffed into my shoe, a very chatty right foot tennis shoe.
I have a pretty comfortable life. A bit smelly and gross, bt a good life. Evey week my ultra-hadsome Left Foot Sock and I, along with all our friends such as Camp Shirt, Blue Jeans, and Beanie have a party at the laundry room, aka the spa. A delightful cycle theough the wash, then a qiick breather begfore diving into the dryer (ala the sauna) to warm up. Then i cuddle up next to Lefy Foot Sock inside the sock drawer until its our tuen to be worn again. Its a griney job, as ____ likes to wear us on hikes and boy does the sweat run!! Biu other then that, its a pretty good deal. At least we dony have to sit theoguh hours of boeing lecyures.

* (name left blank for privacy reasons/aka i dont want a faceslap)


Nexy person: the thing to your left is your bff for life

*slowly looks at my cat*
Well, my cat is now my best friend. *shrugs* Could be worse.

Next person: The thing to your left is now covered in glitter.

My books. Are now covered. In. Glitter.

Nooooooo!

Next: Thing to your right is now covered in neon green paint.

My phome is covered in paint. Good grief.


He thing to your left is a squid.

My phome is covered in paint. Good grief.


He thing to your left is a squid.

My piano is now a squid. I don't have to practice anymore.
The only thing you can talk to is the thing on your left.

"Hello, drawing model thingy, how are you?"

No response.

Nest person: Marry the last person you talked to with the object on your left. If you don't like the object on the left, bang it with a hammer.

I just smashed my spare computer mouse, rather than marry it with my mom.
Engage in a fistfight with the thing on your left.

It's... another wall. No thanks

Whatever is on your right just came alive. How's that working out for you?

My other computer mouse is now acting like a real mouse and trying to run away, but it's still attached to my computer. Yay.
The last person you talked to is now your worst enemy.