Took my girlfriend out for a drink last night. Was a bit naughty and got awfully drunk. When I got up this morning she was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. But, when I looked closer, it wasn't eggs in the pan. It was one of my socks! I asked her why she was cooking a sock. She said, "I'm doing exactly what you asked me to do last night, when you came to bed." That's funny, I thought. I don't remember asking her to cook my sock.