Gather around children, and listen to my tale of woe.
I never thought it would happen, I thought they were indestructable. It says on the sole that they're, like, resistant to every corosive substance known to w0/Man, but my dr martins have gone the way of Paris Hilton, Enron and the Iraqi people - They're fucked.
There is a gaping big crack in the sole of one, and a semi-gaping big crack in the other, and when I walk down the street when/after it's raining then water seeps up through said crack and gets my feets nice and wet. Also, I have £50 to last me until... well, I get some more money from somewhere.
When will the insanity end?
15 March 2004
shoe-be-doo-wop
Posted by Cecil B. Demented at 11:05
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