They ALL do! It’s so wierd.
Even the argyles.
I had always assumed that the Argyles spoke with a Scottish brogue. That ezzz sad.
As for moi, je ne parle pas france.
Eetz not even reel French.
Eetz juss a see-lee accent-a
I taste metal… 
C’est la parfum de fromage.
Cheese perfume?
Non, monsieur, parfum de fromage de doigt du pied. C’est vrai.
You guys are so weird.
Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J’aurais toujours faim de toi
My socks don’t talk to me. Am I doing something wrong? Am I not treating them good enough? Should I switch fabric softners?
I want my socks to talk to me.
Take two of these and call me in the morning.
C’est amusant parce que c’est vrai!!!
I still don’t understand why while taking a final last semester, when reading the questions the voice in my head spoke in a southern accent. I have lived on Long Island my whole life.
…oh and uh…omelet du fromage!
Miss Tee, you’ve heard it said that to have a friend, you must be a freind, right?
Well, to get your socks to animatedly engage in social intercourse with you…
Ya gotta learn French! Any French will do. Even an impossibly stereotypical affectation while spewing words and phrases that only marginally sound French.
As always, we’re here to hayelp, y’all.
You’re not supposed to have sock puppets here. I’m telling!
Ma marionnette de chaussette a un accent du Texas. Il maintient obtenir dans l’ennui ainsi je le jette dans le cabinet.
thanks to the Google translator!
Je parlais un peux de Francais:
Vous le vouz couchez avec moi?
Y . .
Je voudrais un biere, si’il vous plais.
Tripler
I had an earlier post with Spanish and German. Seems they got “eaten”.
I was very friendly to all my laundry today, having all kinds of intercourse, err I mean, talking to all of my laundry, while folding it. My jammies told me they couldn’t wait to get on me.
First thing tomorrow morning, I am going to have a very civil conversation with my bra that sometimes hurts me. If I tell the bra how I feel and listen to it, maybe we can work things out.
Yowza.
How 'bout: Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
It wasn’t an actual question, mind you. Just a correction of spelling.
Uh, someone may have said this, but I don’t speak French…only English and some German…but… might your socks not be French? I mean, it makes sense to me. You mentioned argyle socks, but who’s to say the French cannot manufacture argyle socks?
I’d like to recount some of my own stories about my socks speaking to me, but offhand, I can’t remember a time when they did. Closest thing I can think of are the meaningful glances I’ve exchanged with my cat.
Most of my socks speak to me in !Xhosa. The rest speak to me in Proto-Indo European. My socks are wierd.
Woooo . . .
Much obliged. After that, Je voudrais un beire, si’il vous plais.
Tripler
It’s not like I’m going to write it down when I ask a gal that, though. But thanks!