Another Post on the Fiends Living in my Sock drawer

All Randolph seems to do is sit on his very old beanbag and gossip while inhaling bacon sandwiches. A day isn’t complete without someone else’s tale of misfortune for him to wallow around in. The worst part is listening to him say, “That appeals to my sense of humor,” every time someone has something depressing to share. Seriously, out of all the weirdos in my sock drawer, Randolph is the one I would most like to see mauled by my Miniature Pinscher.