Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
THE VERY THING
A few posts back I made a remark about "a boot kick away from agony". Don't you just love it when you find the very thing that would make that remark even better. The shoes are by Rodarte. I don't know who belongs to the ugly toes.
A few posts back I made a remark about "a boot kick away from agony". Don't you just love it when you find the very thing that would make that remark even better.
7 comments:
I've got a pair of them. Ugly feet, that is.
You are right about the toes. Is it because they are normally squashed into shoe?
Ouch. Must remember to keep the jewels in a Box if i ever visit, JT.
I can't help myself. So Our Brian has ugly feet, how do people tell which end is up?
I don't know how you could walk in these without shredding your own ankles, there are spikes on the inside.
My base is the bit with the manky old boots on. The top bit's usually stuck in the fridge, hunting for food.
And while you're bending over does the light shine out of it?
(just feeding Sedgwick his lines)
The light can't shine out of it, unfortunately, because Sedgwick's usually got his tongue thrust in it. (The fridge that is, of course.)
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