super sexy...
shoes. Or rather I should have posted, For Shebah and Fatmammycat to drool over - 'cept I'd rather not start talking about myself in the third person.
posted by fatmammycat at 11:41 p.m.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
shoes. Or rather I should have posted, For Shebah and Fatmammycat to drool over - 'cept I'd rather not start talking about myself in the third person.
About Me
- Name: fatmammycat
- Location: Ireland
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
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- Lourdes!
- Bad morning.
- Age appropiate clothing.
- Warmongering Gays.
- Home Improvements...
- Shifty goings on.
- Back Home.
- Puddy's results.
- Bomb alert.
- X+Y= Pete Burns?
7 Comments:
Amazing, are they metal? Now thats what i'd call weapons of mass destruction..
Yup, they're metal, the chap who made them wanted to recreate shoes as perfect suit of armour. Aren't they something?
Holy crap, I'd be killed walking in them.
Thank god for the current trend in cute, flap pumps. Legend footwear for standing in a horrible packed pub on a Saturday night (shoes saved me from not punching someone last night) as I got shoved around and had my feet trod on a million times.
Yes but if someone stood on you in these you wouldn't feel a thing. Notice the spurs Sinéad, the spurs! You could slice and dice at your leisure. Them pushy dame would soon learn to get the hell oughta yer way. Gotta run now, we are off to Sunday dinner at my mother's house.
Slice and dice at your leisure is right. And then afterwards? You could jump on a horse and invade France!
And if you found yourself in a camping situation they could double very nicely as tin openers for your beans. Somebody was really thinking when he made these.
Thinking all right Miss Sam, thinking of playing horsey.
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