I'm strugglin' through a graveyard shift right now, but just remembered the funniest thing. And actually maybe it's not that funny, I'm half asleep and my cold medicine is wearing off. One time my cousin Doug, the ever quintessential don of casual male fashion tripped over something in his living room. As he fell his shoe flew off. It was a skater type thing, all white, with a really puffy tongue. The shoe fell off because it wasn't tied to anything. The laces weren't doing their job. So as the sneaker flew thru the air, the tongue of the shoe flew off landing some distance away. I looked closer and discovered that the flying tongue was in fact a double tongue! An extra tongue hijacked off a different pair of kicks, used to fluff and puff the real tongue, making it appear of grander stature.
My male cousin stuffed his shoes like unto a tween stuffing her brassiere!
On an additional note: Lemon-Lime Powerade is gross!
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