Just Another Girl On The IRT

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Monday, May 08, 2006

Friends don't let friends skip pedicures

Get on the good footThe weather is warmer, the flowers are blooming and people are finally peeling back those excess clothing layers. As summer begins to rear its bright, sunny head, it's a given for toes to start poking up like Groundhog Day. However, in spite of the Summer Shoe Pledge reaching urban legend status, I'm still flabbergasted at women who walk out the house as if they've been stomping at the Bedrock quarry with Wilma & Betty till sunup. What the hell is up with broads wearing open toed slingbacks and beach thongs knowing good and well those pups are barking? And resemble spoiled meat? From the looks of some of the offenders I've already had the misfortune of seeing, I'm surprised my vision isn't blurred. If you can climb a tree in under a minute flat, skip the stilettos. Missing a pinky toe? Well, putting that blurb of nail polish on a widow's peak of skin is about as believable a camouflage as Dermablend on white clothing. The only place where crust is a good thing is at the bottom of a pastry dish. If your heels can double for week-old buttermilk biscuits, intensive lotioning sessions with Aquaphor ointment is a necessity. And trust, brothas aren't exempt from getting acquainted with the rough end of a pumice stone either. I can't tell you how many times I've had to make my ex-boyfriend stay put in my computer chair just because his feet felt like he could fly through the air, swoop down and catch rodents. Snagging up my good bed sheets and leaving me with puncture wounds. Real men don't have paws. Learn it, love it and spread the good word.

link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 4:16 PM |

Blogger The Very Reverend Ace Clemmons, Jr. commented at 5/10/2006 02:49:00 PM~  

Thats hilarious! as a guy- i honestly hadely ever consider my feet other than cutting the nails....now i'm going to be staring at girls feet!


Blogger courtneyelizabeth commented at 5/10/2006 08:07:00 PM~  

i havent been by in a while! I just wanted to see what you were up to. :)

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 5/12/2006 12:09:00 PM~  

I love it! I love your blog, they are though provoking and hilarious! I have taken the time to scrub and paint my feet to
open-toed perfection! I'll pass the memo along to those who missed it!

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 5/12/2006 02:03:00 PM~  

Must get to the nail shop ASAP

Blogger Pseudo-intellectual lunatic commented at 5/13/2006 11:56:00 PM~  

this blog rocks

Blogger princessdominique commented at 5/18/2006 11:51:00 AM~  

You've got to syndicate this post Trini I mean, I go every month sunshine or no...

Blogger Leon commented at 5/27/2006 07:33:00 PM~  

1st time here. Like the blog.

Blogger Supa commented at 8/07/2006 05:13:00 AM~  

You must be having a great GREAT summa!!!

Just givin' you a shout, Trini!!!!

Be well, stay fabulous.

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