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This is definitely not vegan-friendly.
Do they come with a pointy tail, horns and pitchfork for accessories?
The Devil Wears… those?
Bestiality. Ewww. Get thee to the Country Fair.
The fact that this is an ankle-strap is disturbing. If it were a pump, then it would be odd, eye catching, and a cool kind of strange.
But an ankle-strap… a little obscene, almost lurid.
I really wish I knew where to buy a pair.
Damn! The only reason I wear shoes is to cover up my hooves.
those would’ve gone over great at the solstice party i went to this weekend.
if you wear leather shoes, you are really wearing that- somebody else’s feet.
The only thing I ever saw close to that was a cane made of a bull’s dick.
>if you wear leather shoes, you are really wearing that somebody else’s feet.
Not really…I am wearing someTHING elses *skin.* And when I go out for a steak, I am eating something else’s muscles, and fat. Lets not even think about sausages, baby 😉
Lets call a spade a spade: the one life eats itself.
I’ll become vegan the day you convince a lion to become a vegan. Until then, I am nothing more than a participant in the natural order.