The things you find while looking for footware
August 30, 2005 | 11:13 pmThere are just some occurances in life which, at first glance, are quite miniscule, but with deeper consideration, surely must have bigger stories behind them…
For your examination: A Quest for Footware!
A 30 something enters a store…looking for a decent pair of sandals. The store is filled with the energy of the RugRat(tm)…I release the safety catch on my pistol…there’s too many ugly feet around. The mixture of leather and cheapness burns my nostrils…the pain slowly turns to pleasure…there’s even more ugly feet around. Anger is beautiful…blood spills from elevator…I eat a plate of rice and beans….the true messiah is Cookie Monster…
Err…umm…what the hell? @_@
Back in this reality, I found a perfectly fine pair of sandles. When I got home and started to remove the papers and such from the box, at the bottom, I found something interesting:
(Trojan Maaan!)
…well the corner of one anyway. I’m still rather perplexed as to what a piece of a condom wrapper is doing in new box of shoes. Perplexed as to the *true* nature…the possibilities are enough for a thousand Sci-Fi channel original movies. While ideas run through my head, I keep coming back to one simple question:
Has someone been fucking my sandles?
(Anyone want to loan me an ultraviolet light?)
