So here’s the story.
We’re out in the town of NG one sunny Saturday afternoon. Nothing special, just the usual time-killing activity to survive with the two. Ice-cream, coffee, beer, playground, making fun of other citizens of our respectable town.
Suddenly we come across this:
Let the photo speak for itself.
No, just let me ask, why, oh why would a normal male human being buy these shoes?
This horror brought to you by Magda
1) A male? Tee hee. The capri pants deserve a mention too, then.
2) I can just picture you guys in the square and your clever subterfuge in getting a picture of this guy. “You kids, go stand over there. Just do it. ”
3) Sunday afternoon in NG? Playground, coffee, ice cream, beer? Making fun of people? A. and I are so there.
Oh, and another thing.
If you are pressed for subject matter on NaBloPoMo, you could always do something on those little white ankle socks he is wearing.
Those look bad enough on 13 year old female tennis prodigies.
You only wish you were cool enough to pull off these yellow pumas.
Erik, I’ve got no choice but to assume that remark’s addressed to Magda.
They either [a] enhance the actual extreme smallness of his feet or [b] just serve to make his otherwise normal feet look really small.
They’re very sort of sporty elf, aren’t they?
Whoa, I had a whole thing typed out about his elaborate passive-aggressive scheming to get his girlfriend to break up with him, when I read that they’re Pumas.
Really? Cause that shawl-collar-spat thing looks eerily like a tinkered-with Nike swoosh. Maybe Nike has infiltrated the Puma design team for some stealth adverising. Just Pu it.
Hey folks,
I think it takes quite a guy (namely one with muy grande cojones) to pull this off with minimal fur being raised.
Dare I say that they look rather cool on him? No, I wouldn’t dare the look. Not enough metrosexual DNA in my personal possession yet.
Any follow-up pics Mr. Sgazzetti of some fetching lass drawn to the yellow-booted elf?