
... And from the back...

God forbid, my house were on fire and I were asleep inside, naked, and, implausibly, this were the ONLY thing I could grab before fleeing the scene, I wouldn't even do it. I'd rather be caught completely nude than greet New York's finest in this hideola schmatte.

This abomination is named "Suri." Now, I know it's not nice to make fun of little kids, but this shoe is hideous, and that little child looks like a strange foreign man. There. I said it.

Five words: Eastern. European. Mail. Order. Bride.
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