We were driving through an area of Nashville today where it is not uncommon to see hookers. I looked out and noticed a shoe on the side of the street.
Me: "Oh, looks like a prostitute lost her shoe."
Jon: "Or maybe it was a crack whore."
Me: "Yeah, you're probably right. It was a wedge heel and not a spike."
Jon: "'Cause crack whores don't care as much about their appearance."
3 comments:
Oh here we go with the crack whores again... and I happen to love a wedge heel, fella!
:)
Kristi,
I too love the wedge heel. As a matter of fact, had the shoes twin been there... well, and if it weren't for fear of some funky shoe fungus- I'd have picked up the shoes for myself. My papaw taught me well!!!
Imelda Marcos would approve!
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