Happy Sunday.
It hasn't been too long since we last met. I actually just got back from NYC last night, and the only reason I told you that is so I could say that I was in NYC. Because it's cool to say that I've been in NYC. Probably because you haven't. Unless you're one of my followers who inhabits the Circus with me. In that case, you're cool too. Maybe. There are a few of you who could use some work. Yesterday, as the plane was taking off (leaving NYC, of course) I turned off my uber awesome iPad (because you can't have electronic devices on planes during takeoff, even in NYC) I started reading the SkyMall magazine. I must say that there are some pretty cool gadgets in that thing. Almost as cool as spending time in NYC last week. There are also some pretty lame gadgets and gifts in the mag, like those hanging tomato gardens. Then I came across the sneakers seen in the picture above. Notice anything weird about them? Other than the obviously atrocious art direction, there are sperm embroidered on the side of them. Yes, sperm. These shoes also guarantee to make you feel like you're defying gravity, which makes sense because sex is supposed to make you feel like that too. That's how they portray it in movies, anyway. I hope you can see the whole ad. It's a little absurd. Okay, I'm out. I have to regroup because I was in NYC last week and I am so tired from all of the coolness going on there. Truth be told, I don't think I'm cool enough to be there. I forgot the right shoes, and I'm pretty sure I have a stress fracture from wearing flip-flops all week. Too bad I wasn't wearing the sperm shoes. I could've had a floorgasm. Or something like that.
Peace. Love. Feet babies.
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