Friday, January 18, 2002
|12:32 AM|
|Given the Gift of Shoes|
Do you know what they say about guys with big feet? That they wear big shoes. And brother, do I ever have big honkin' shoes. My sister, in an attempt to make me dress less like a dork, has managed to finagle me some of the best pairs of pants I've ever had, a giant stack of shirts, and some socks. And the single biggest pair of Frankensteinian Clodhoppers I have ever seen. Size 14, possibly 14 and a half, and each shoe weighs a metric ton. When I was trying to test the fit, I had to strain to walk around. I clomped from one area to the next, and the moment these babies hit concrete they started squeaking like they were giving birth. I love these shoes. My legs hurt. They grow stronger, thanks to these shoes. I drive 10 miles faster now, and I can't move these monsters back to the brake pedal quite yet.
All in all, the birthday celebration was a success, I didn't pay for anything despite my best efforts, and I hung around with people who seemed to enjoy my company. I should probably go to bed, but I'm still a bit pumped. I'd like to end the night by dancing. If you can, imagine me doing a one man dance musical, with a pair of boats strapped to my feet. Thank you and goodnight.
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