One day Andy and the rest of Oasis were on tour heading for Cleveland.
Liam walked onto the bus.
"Hello, everybody, how are you?" Liam said.
"Hi!" Andy said.
"Hi Andy, I love your flares, they're tops!" Liam says. "Gem, I like you hair that way, I'm mad for it."
Liam walked up to Noel.
"Noel, you need to work on your style a bit."
"Oh, okay, I really need to listen to you about style." Noel replied.
"Don't you just love my socks, I'm mad fer 'em, me. Totally, they're tops." Liam said.
"Oh, yeah, definitely, they're just so white and plain and so regularish sockish." Noel said sarcasticly.
"But, just look at them, see that 'LG' stiched onto them. It's tops, I'm mad fer that 'LG', man."
"Uh-huh", Noel said, trying to ignore Liam.
"I mean, just look at these socks, they could win Best Socks at the Grammy's. I am so mad fer them! I just really-"
"Shut up, Liam!" Noel shouted. "Do you really think that it is rock 'n' roll to go on and on about your socks."
"Well, uh, yeah." Liam said like Noel was ignorant about the subject.
Noel rolled his eyes.
Andy stopped listening, this argument was so stupid. If Liam liked his socks, big deal. Who cares? Life goes on. You gotta roll with it. Go with the flow.
After a couple minutes or so, Andy got sick of hearing the word 'socks' and how stupid it was to care about socks.
"Who CARES!!" Andy yelled. "Its only socks and Noel, you have the same ones on today except you have an 'NG' so, you should love Liam's socks, too!"
Then they started admiring each others socks and talking about cotton blends.
THE END
