I have tons of delusions in you, Matthew. Does that work? I hope so.
I believe what's more important here is not my old Nintendo legs, my boots, my testicles, my propensity for dressing like a self-important asshole, or how often I use a Thesaurus (which is a lot. Wait! I mean... an appreciable amount). It's that this post has received more comments than those on unemployment, Carrie Prejean, and Daniel Baldwin.
Admittedly, I helped.
Or, you could skip the veiled reference, JFC, and call the look, "Patrick-Alan-Coleman-is-an-enormous-asshole." I'm totally cool with that.
Which causes me no end of anguish, sgp. If only I weren't the only person in the greater Portland-Metro region who owns a pair of these boots... Anyone want me to buy them a pair?
And yes, Amos, that is my purse. But I prefer it to be called a "man bag," OR a "man satchel," OR "a metaphor for my enormous baggy testicles."
Oh, great! now I'll never be able to wear my testicles out to a restaurant either! Damn. This day is turning out to be total shit.
Can we get someone to call the Tanker and have 'em put it on the big screen? Courtney?
I run trails with a buddy who runs in these things all the time. I'd like a pair for myself, in fact.
These are Vibram Five Fingers and have recently become incredibly popular due in part to the book "Born to Run," which champions running barefoot as a way to reduce injuries.
I've been wanting a pair for awhile now. Unfortunately, due to the huge demand, they sell out quickly and Vibram cannot keep them in stock.
If I had a pair, I'd wear them on trail runs, but not to dinner. I assume the day I wore them to work would be my last day of employment at the Merc.
Who knew, right? Story has been edited to reflect that the opium den and brothel was, in fact, occupying the White Eagle in the late eighteen hundreds.
basking in the warm glow of fame and popularity