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[Lucky9teen]

I got an email with some of the MOST outrageous footwear I have EVER seen. Even in my younger days there is no way I could ever...or would ever, wear the likes of these fashion statements. Some of them are funny. Some of them are silly. Some of them are horrendous.....and some of them look downright PAINFUL. No Thank You. I'd rather go barefoot! Check it out.....

I'd like to see her standing up and walking in those. I know it would be entertaining.


Great bridal shoe! Hope the groom is eight foot tall
Now I know I've got to get a pair of these. I'd feel like Mrs. Maxwell Smart.


There aren't enough words for this. Who the h@** wants to stand on a nail?


Did they borrow this idea from Transformers or Hannibal Lecter?


Now, I must confess. These might surprise us. They look springy.

You could pogo your way to where you're going.

Learning how to stop might take some experience once you get hopping.


You're really hoofin' it in these...


Do these require water and a mower?


I wonder if the lights work on these. You could see where you're walking in the dark.

That would be cool.


Now, I must confess. These are much prettier than the

big fluffy duck, bear, chicken, etc house shoes.


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These are just silly.


Looks like something Michelle Obama would wear.


Flip flops of the Flopper for the flip flopper.


WHAT THE %&$^#*(@#()#() She didn't paint her toenails!


Is this so that if you have smelly feet, you can blame the shoes?


Now, this is one twisted cowpoke. At least I assume cowpoke (hairy legs).

Better shut up. don't want to get into trouble.


Be hard crossing your legs.


Oh yeah, I can see me slipping my feet into these ugly critters, can't you?  Geesh!!

[I Hate Obama]

Happy Friday!

You are laid back and very friendly.
Cheery and sunny in disposition, you usually have something to smile about.

Style is important to you, as long as you can stay casual.
It takes a lot to get you to dress up!

You are a loyal and true person, though you can be a bit of a flake.
You tend to “play hooky” and blow off responsibilities a lot more than most people.

You should live: By the beach

You should work: At a casual up and coming company

[Walmartian]

[I Hate Obama]

LOL!

[Allegra]

Imagine how much fun these would be for those of us who have cats. :)

[MeekMom]

Happy Friday friend! Thanks for posting today’s dose of sanity! God bless you!

[MeekMom]

Nateman you’re a hoot!

God love ya friend! xoxoxo, Meeky

[End Times Sentinel]

Check this out:
Conrad Bain was on Hello Larry with McLain Stevenson who was on M*A*S*H with Mike Farrell who’s married to Shelly Fabares who was on Coach with Craig T. Nelson who was in Turner and Hooch with Tom Hanks who was in Splash directed by Ron Howard who was on the Andy Griffith Show with George Lindsey who was on Hee Haw with Roy Clark who was on The Beverly Hillbillies with Buddy Epsen who was on Matt Houston with Pamela Hensley who was on Buck Rogers with Erin Grey who was on Silver Spoons with Alphonso Ribiero who was on The Fresh Prince with Will Smith who was in Men in Black with Tommy Lee Jones who was in The Fugitive with Harrison Ford who was in Apocalypse Now with Martin Sheen who’s the father of Charlie Sheen (who was also an extra in Apocalypse) who was in Major League II with Corbin Bernsen who was on LA Law with Susan Dey who was on The Partridge Family with Shirley Jones who was on Beyond the Poseidon Adventure with Telly Savalas who was in Kelly’s Heroes with Carol O’Connor who was in All on the Family with Rob Reiner who was on The Rockford Files with Stuart Margolin who was on M*A*S*H with McLain Stevenson who was on Hello Larry with Conrad Bain.

Amazing all the people connected to Diff’rent Strokes.

... and... Carl Weathers was on Good Times, and was also on In the Heat of the Night with Carol O’Connor, who was on All in the Family which spun off The Jeffersons which once guest stared Gary Coleman, of Diff’rent Strokes. So all three of the big Seventies Sitcoms with black folks in them are connected!

[Allegra]

Somewhere out there, there is a mate for every one of those lonely, single sox.

[Lucky9teen]

[Pan_Yan]

Reminds me of a “Married with Children” episode.

Al Bundy holding two unrelated articles of clothing:”Peg, what’s Oprah telling you to do with our socks?”

[Slings and Arrows]

My toe-nommer is in for a surprise.

[fredhead]

Here's a little history for you. It has to do with where I plan to go fishing tomorrow......

The McCloskey Ships of The Second World War Just as steel had become scarce during the First World War, the Second World War was again consuming the country's steel resources. In 1942, the United States Maritime Commission contracted McCloskey and Company of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to build a new fleet of 24 concrete ships. Three decades of improvements in concrete technology made this new fleet lighter and stronger than its WWI predecessors.


SS Arthur Talbot

The ships were constructed in Tampa, Florida starting in July of 1943. The ships were built at an incredible rate, with one being launched a month. The ships were named after pioneers in the science and development of concrete. Two of the ships were sunk as blockships in the Allied invasion of Normandy. Nine more were sunk as breakwaters for a ferry landing at Kiptopeke, Virginia. Two are wharves in Yaquina Bay in Newport, Oregon and seven are still afloat in a giant breakwater on the Powell River in Canada.

Here's where I'm going, Kiptopeake, VA on the Eastern Shore near the north end of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. The old ferry landing is now a state park with a great boat ramp. A picture of the breakwater......



You can find out more here.....http://www.concreteships.org/ships/ww2/

[DieNarrin]

“The chiropractors said it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

Or.... The chiropractors felt a chill run up their spines.

[PERKY2004]

[fredhead]

[PERKY2004]

You Are Flip Flops

You are laid back and very friendly.
Cheery and sunny in disposition, you usually have something to smile about.

Style is important to you, as long as you can stay casual.
It takes a lot to get you to dress up!

You are a loyal and true person, though you can be a bit of a flake.
You tend to "play hooky" and blow off responsibilities a lot more than most people.

You should live: By the beach

You should work: At a casual up and coming company

What Kind of Shoe Are You?

[Responsibility2nd]

Captian Obvious.

You’re on that thread again. You know. The one that’s begging for the Captain Obvious pic.

Well here ya go. Reach for this one the next time you need.....

Captain Obvious.

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpDNdb-o2MU/SaM6LPiDowI/AAAAAAAAAl8/tmvkE-phmUY/s1600/Picture%2B10.jpg

[sunny48]

Glad I could help. So ya like dogs?

It was the end of the school year, and a kindergarten teacher was receiving gifts from her pupils.
The florist’s son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it overhead, and said; I bet I know what it is. Some flowers. That’s right. the boy said. But how did you know? Oh, just a wild guess, she said.
The next pupil was the candy shop owner’s daughter. The
Teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said I bet I can guess what it is. Is it a box of candy? That’s right. But how did you know? Asked the girl. Oh, just a wild guess, said the teacher.
The next gift was from the son of the liquor storeowner. The teacher held the package overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and touched it to her tongue. Is it wine? She asked. No, the boy replied, with some excitement. The teacher repeated the process, taking a larger drop of the leakage to her tongue. Is it champagne? She asked. No, the boy replied, with more excitement. The teacher took one more taste before declaring, I give up, what is it?
With great glee, the boy replied, it’s a puppy!

[a fool in paradise]

On yer feets?!!!

[sunny48]

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: “Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.”
So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those “cold wax” kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (”Cold wax,” yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!
OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.
Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip)
I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRRRIIIIPPP!!!!
I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!...
OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe.................. OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair.
I hold up the strip!
There’s no hair on it.
Where is the hair???
WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it’s not! I touch. I am touching wax.
I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself “Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!” What can I do to melt the wax?
Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I’ll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???
*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub - The water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax.
So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation starter “So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!”
There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, “Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?”
She’s laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.
YEAH!!!!! Right!!
I should be the joke of someone else’s night. While we go through various solutions I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.
What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It’s sooo painful, but I really don’t care.
“IT WORKS!!
It works !!” I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....
THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing hurts.
I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I’m going to try hair color......