September 18, 2007
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Me: “Good god, Nick. Put those shoes out on the patio.”
Nick: “They ARE outside. I haven’t even been home three minutes and you’re already yelling at me.”
Me: “If you knew just HOW bad they smell — they could wake the dead. In fact, there’s a couple of dead people roaming around out back.”
Nick: “Haha. Aren’t you the funny one.”
Me: “Please throw them away. They don’t even fit you anymore. Those are what, a 10? You wear an 11.”
Nick: (proudly stating) “I’ve made them fit. They’re my favorites.”
Me: “They sure as shit aren’t mine!”
At that point, I was put on ignore. You know that state - when your kids throw on the headphones and jump onto their computer and start IM’ing about their annoying parents.
That’s okay. Just wait! Not sure which is worse - the smell of those shoes (pictured above), or the smell of those shoes burning. A mini-bonfire, perhaps.
dKaye
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A little lighter fluid, a match, and poof. Problem solved! lol
Yeah, I wish it was that easy. I’ve been informed these are special because they were autographed by some guys in a band he saw back in the summer. I recommended clear lucite and glue to *tightly* seal it!
So, did the shoes get tossed out yet?
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