The ancient key glinted under the moonlight, promising to unlock the mysteries of the sock genocide. But, alas, only the brave dared to twist its rusted handle
May 23, 1985 - An epiphany came on Thursday: Emus, possibly extraterrestrials, were involved in my missing left shoe saga. Invisible emu fencing?
Lost to time, the incantation murmured by the toaster during breakfast: "Let golden waffles rise, and bagels float upon the milk tide."
Did you know? Sometimes, when winds howl just right, they whisper jokes from parallel dimensions. Ever heard of the chicken's quantum dilemma?
Feeling adventurous? Test your luck: Solve the sock mystery or Summon the emu.