...that right foot leather Pampili shoe that you had on last Saturday as you staggered around the neighbourhood looking for your front door to your flat after your weekly night out with the girls?
We still can't imagine how the dang someone looses a shoe? And the condition you must have been on the way home to loose a shoe just boggles our minds? Do you know how many thousands you have wasted on lost shoes this past year? Don't you know where your limit of booze is? You really should know that you and the girls aren't Sex in the City so get over yourself, and if you learned to take it easy with the Cosmopolitans you wouldn't be walking home missing a shoe and being so smashed that you didn't even register the fact that your left foot was frozen cold and wet until the next morning. No Mr. Right is ever going to fall for a sloppy Sue so it's no wonder that you still have to get wasted to stop thinking about the fact that you and your right index finger is the closest you've been to a serious relationship in sixteen months.
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Yo pops! So you think that I couldn't findya new blog did ya?
Just wait to see what I've got planned for this one stinky!
Be aware!
Get lost you punk. If you tamper with my blog again I'll bring down a wrath upon you like you never seen before. I know where you came in from, and just remember Frenchy, if it wasn't for me and my buddies taking a little tour of duty sixty years ago youd be speaking German now!
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