recently i've been on a binge of smoking organic plastic, marinated in peri peri coated jalapenos. the sweat is intense and plentiful. my feet gave birth to around a gallon of sweat through my socks during a single day. the end product is, if persistant, a funk in your socks that could teach a blind mans penis advanced spanish. curious of its hidious lingering odour i experimented by boiling the socks in a vast cauldron of pubic hair. mixed it with the shard remains of a henry hoover, then baked for 1 hour over a roasting fox corpse. the end result was this thick black, disgusting sludge, in which i poured into a brand new pair of pringle sports ankle socks. i've been gorging on the sock filled residue for a week and quite frankly i feel enlightened, with a thrusting empowerment in my facial muscles and hand reactions, with lightening speed. if my calculations are correct i could have possibly cured africa of its outrageous face fly dilemma.