So I had the most annoying conversation with my shoes today. Now before you call the crazy wagon, cause I believe my shoes can talk, let me just say… is there really a crazy wagon??
They had one in Beauty and the Beast, remember that part when Gaston had Belle’s father taken away in the crazy wagon? Cause he came into the tavern saying Belle was being held hostage in a castle by a beast and they all laughed and ignored him, but Gaston was all evil and like “Dude, I’m totally going to get Belle by having her dad taken away by the crazy wagon!”… Anywho if Disney says there’s a crazy wagon, then who the hell am I to say there isn’t!?
Sorry, back to my shoes talking to me. P.S. welcome to my blog, that description of “My Everyday Ramblings” was pretty much spot on.
SO my talking shoes!!! They weren’t really talking… my brain was actually the one talking… well my BRAIN wasn’t talking, it was more like it was talking for my shoes… Fuck it, here we go.
Shoes: We’re on the wrong feet.
Me (looking down): No, no you’re not.
Shoes: Yes we are! Look how weird we look.
Me (looking down again): No seriously, you’re on right feet. It would hurt if you were on the wrong feet.
Shoes: But LOOK, we look wrong!
Me (looking down once again): It’s just cause you’re pointy shoes! Just shut up and… BAM!!
And that’s when I walked into a door… and I swear to fraking Chuck Norris, those assholes laughed.