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Cute shoes!
The boots are awesome.
FIVE pairs??? HAhahahahaha!
Amateurs.
Christian Loubitin peep-toes and black Monolo Klonics.
My wife has me brainwashed.
I actually own 2 of the 5.
The boots!
Where are the sneakers and comfy sandals?
I don’t do heels over 3”. And on any given weekday, it’s a good bet I’m wearin’ my ballet flats (or something similar) at work.
...if she wants to spend a ton of time and money at the orthopedist.
ELAINE: Why are you talking about my shoes?
GAIL: What?
ELAINE: My Botticelli shoes. You’ve been talking about my Botticelli shoes.
GAIL: What are you talking about?
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KRAMER: She says she wants those shoes.
ELAINE: She wants my shoes? What kind of person is this?
1. Sneakers
2. Knee-High boots
3. Slippers
And that’s all I have. Although I hope to add a pair of Birkenstocks to the collection soon...
Well I have two of the five (the heels), I would much rather be barefoot though!
Anna knew she had to have some new shoes today, and Carlo had helped her try on every pair in the store. Carlo spoke wearily, “Well, that’s every pair of shoes in the place.”
“Oh, you must have one more pair...”
“No, not one more pair... Well, we have the cruel shoes, but no one would want...”
Anna interrupted, “Oh yes, let me see the cruel shoes!”
Carlo looked incredulous. “No Anna, you don’t understand, you see the cruel shoes are...”
“Get them!”
Carlo disappeared into the back room for a moment, then returned with an ordinary shoe box. He opened the lid and removed a hideous pair of black and white pumps. But these were not an ordinary pair of black and white pumps; both were left feet, one had aright angle turn with separate compartments that pointed the toes in impossible directions. The other shoe was six inches long and was curved inward like a rocking chair with a vise and razor blades to hold the foot in place.
Carlo spoke hesitantly, “... Now you see why... they’re not fit for humans...”
“Put them on me.”
“But...”
“Put them on me!”
Carlo knew all arguments were useless. He knelt down before her and forced the feet into the shoes.
The screams were incredible.
Anna crawled over to the mirror and held her bloody feet up where she could see.
“I like them.”
She paid Carlo and crawled out of the store into the street.
Later that day, Carlo was overheard saying to a new customer, “Well, that’s every shoe in the place. Unless, of course, you’d like to try the cruel shoes.”
what about penny loafers? sneakers (a/k/a tennis shoes)?
and slippers (if they count as shoes)
Dick Morris will love this article
I don’t think I’ve owned 5 pairs of shoes total over the past 6 or 7 years.
