After watching the hilarity ensue on NANAE when a wanna-be spam king had a psychological break down of epic proportions, I was thinking in my head just what bedtime is like in his house with dozens of socks:
"Trina Jeffries": Oh spam king, take me!
Andrew: Oh Trina! Your skin is such strong woven cotton with ribs! Let daddy....
Erm. Perhaps I won't continue this. My mind, it burns!