Joey Socks On His Arms

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I was just reminded of a guy I haven't seen in a long time, who we affectionately used to call "Joey Socks On His Arms". But not to his face of course.

In a bitter breakup with an ex-girlfriend I got him in the settlement, not quite sure how. One time the poor guy apparently got a bad sunburn and then showed up to one of then weekly softball games with tube socks on his arms from his wrists to his shoulders (with the stripey-end up top). We stared at him trying to figure out why he had socks on his arms, and he said "I got a bad sunburn so now I have socks on my arms."

Of course. Makes sense.

He also used to bring a small amplifier and a guitar to each soft ball game to play Van Halen's "Eruption" on before he would bat. Good old Joey Socks On His Arms was a strange dude...

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