I better not ever see anyone in these
Jesus Christ! Comfort, shmomfort, there is NO EXCUSE FOR THIS:
Let's digest these for a moment, shall we?
Nope, nothing redeemable here whatsoever.
I'm fairly certain that if I look down and see these walking around, the chances of looking up and finding anyone sane, attractive, intelligent attached are...fucking nil. You would have to be a clinically insane hippie to want this mess anywhere near your feet.
I have never seen anyone wearing these. But if I do, I promise, on everything that I consider good and holy, that I will ridicule, most cruelly and mercilessly, the wearer of such an abomination.
Come the fuck ON, people.
Let's digest these for a moment, shall we?
Nope, nothing redeemable here whatsoever.
I'm fairly certain that if I look down and see these walking around, the chances of looking up and finding anyone sane, attractive, intelligent attached are...fucking nil. You would have to be a clinically insane hippie to want this mess anywhere near your feet.
I have never seen anyone wearing these. But if I do, I promise, on everything that I consider good and holy, that I will ridicule, most cruelly and mercilessly, the wearer of such an abomination.
Come the fuck ON, people.
posted by Andraste at 9:53 AM
15 Comments:
Pretty fugly, Andraste. I might, however, buy a pair for my wife and secretly videotape her reaction. This would make some good material for the um, er, blogosphere. (sorry)
Wow, that's a risk, Fof3. If my husband bought a pair of these for me, I would divorce him.
Yeah. They'd better have a seeing-eye dog with them. What is that, wool?
Nice point, didn't think about the blind...but even blind, the texture of knitted product being passed off as footwear would clue me in...
I don't even think Richard Simmons would wear those bad boys. I think there are sheep crying themseleves to sleep at night.
Is it a slipper?
Is it a sock? D
Does one wear socks with it?
It's certainly not a slipper-sock?
I'm scared.
I'm very, very, very scared.
If you put batteries in them and they allegedly massage your feet, my mom bought those for herself last Christmas.
The good thing is that the 8, 9 and 10 year olds in India who make them were paid their 20 cents per day.
It matters little if they reach an end consumer.
Rejoice!
Somewhere, there's a cow screaming, "NO..TAKE ME INSTEAD!!!!"
The above comment from Andraste,( Somewhere, there's a cow screaming, "NO..TAKE ME INSTEAD!!!!") is by far the funniest thing I've read in a very long time. Thanks for the chuckle.
Andraste,
Do you think, with help, I too could become a fawning and toadying sycophant?
The cows in India live well!
Down, Muff, DOWN!
Good God, how many ways could THAT be interpreted?
If I have to go down, I want a biscuit! Not one of those cheap dollar store ones either, a proper biscuit!
And a pat on the head
And a belly rub, too!
The two sentences of my previous comment are not to be considered together as one thought.
Andraste, if you lived in Zembla you'd be pretty effing busy just trying to ridicule all the insane hippies sporting shoes like that (and much worse). I mean, in a rainy climate a person has to be completely mental to think that is appropriate footwear. It must be all the herb. "Duuuuude, my shoes are like, kinda a sweater, man."
Such things are called Hausschuhe in Germany, house shoes, because they should only be worn INSIDE THE HOUSE
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