Feet are really yucky. I might be kind of jaded because I have really fucked up ballet feet but I don't care how many French pedicures you get, shit just looks like talons dipped in white-out. Feet are not "dainty" or "cute." Naturally, dude feet are imminently worse because I'm sexist.
A couple nights ago I saw a dude at the Saloon that was like, stupid hot. As in, so hot it's stupid. However, he was shuffling around in flip-flops. Goddammit. If he had taken 2 more seconds to put real people shoes on my panties probably would have disintegrated on the spot.
I bet these dudes don't wear flip flops:
The first time I heard Pissed Jeans I was sitting on the floor of some dude's apartment in his "record den." I didn't really care a lot, I just wanted to make sure my hair was still flat. Now I am seriously amused by them, anyone who is a claims adjuster or accountant by day and writes songs about diarrhea by night is cool in my book.
'stina
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
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