You know how sometimes when toasting a marshmallow it just gets a liiiiittle too close to the fire? And flares up like a spectacular light show of sugary destruction? And gets all melty inside while the outside carbonizes like a warm version of our cold, black hearts? It's absolutely no one's fault when marshmallows get attacked by those beautiful, beautiful flames (so pretty) but we felt it was time to pay tribute to our past victims... uh, sacrifices... No, I mean, our past deliciously fiery accidents. Look, we still use it to make the s'more, so nothing is wasted, like our ancestors using the entire animal.
S'morbid Crew Socks