Imagine if you will, it's a sunny day in Las Vegas. A warm breeze keeping things just comfortable enough to where the rays of sunshine feel like heaven on your skin. You are making your way down Las Vegas Boulevard when there she is... Everything you have happen to find attractive on a lady packaged perfectly into the hottest little Betty you have ever feasted your eyeholes with. You catch a glimpse of that perfect hair playfully being tossed around by the wind. A friendly smile on a delicate face. Penetrating eyes, deep with wisdom and knowledge as the very oceans. A perfectly framed body wrapped in a sensual outfit that screams "This lady is classy but a bitch might get sassy", and as you work your way down, to the hips and the thighs and the long legs that.... What the ABSOLUTE Fok? Are those Jesus Sandals?
Who the hell convinced women these are shoes? There's a foken reason foot protection technology has moved away from the "flat piece of leather attached to your foot by string" model. You are paying for absolute garbage. It exposes your feet to dirt, it doesn't protect you from rocks and other debris and those strings make your legs look like Christmas ham wrapped on that netting. It's foken horrendous. Those sandals belong on three things only: Jesus, Roman Gladiators and Naruto. You are not going to convince me now that this is functional or comfortable, and if you where going for "sexy" know that is NOT the case. All you've manage to do is create an association between women's footwear and Colin Farrel and all those dudes from 300.
Anyhow. Fok those sandals. Seriously, you get more protection from a magazine and some rubber bands.
/rant
Good Times.
