You thought you knew dirty?  You thought you knew filth?  You’ve yet to experience 8-year-old Sam, plus an inviting mud puddle.

Yep, where in the world are Sam’s socks, indeed.  These socks are unrecognizable even to themselves.  Even their tennis shoe exteriors could not help them.  These are no longer Sam’s socks.  These are disgusting.  Period.  End of sentence.

“You’re gonna need a bigger bottle of bleach.”