I woke up this morning, got dressed and went into the kitchen where my wife was already fixing breakfast.
I looked to see what she was cooking, and I see one of my socks in the frying pan.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
She said "I'm just doing what you asked me to do last night after you came to bed very drunk".
Completely puzzled, I walked away thinking to myself, "I don't remember asking her to cook my sock..."
