We got into a conversation with a friend about how our dog eats socks.
Jack: I'm pretty good about not leaving socks around.
Me (getting whiplash from turning my head so fast): Are you kidding me??? And by "pretty good" do you mean horrible? Do you know how many pairs of your socks I've found stuffed into our couch cushions?
Family friend to Jack: How do the socks get into the couch?
Jack: Well, in order to achieve total relaxation, one must remove their socks.