Originally Posted by 32green
This ends with you trying to squeeze the muppet boots on like OJ with the glove, complete with theatrical grimace and hopping.
Then, because your wife would question why these things are hanging around without being worn, and you obviously cant return them, you immediately have to go outside and bury them.
So, save yourself some time and just go bury 387 bucks next to the chicken coop.
Originally Posted by Bonhomme Richard
Cut to a shack in the woods -- Timmy standing barefoot on a piece of lined notebook paper whilst his rube neighbor crudely tries to trace his feet with a pencil nub. Sweet Monday afternoon.
Sadly, this is also the same reason why I don't buy any new clothes. So I don't have to hear the whole "When did you get this?" and "Where did this come from?"