The Fine-Ass Idiot
She tottered in heels
strange wobble walk, unbending knees
I'm fine in flip-flops
I saw a young lady downtown wearing a short black dress and the highest heels I have ever seen. She looked nice, but she couldn't walk in those heels to save her life. She wasn't bending her knees and just kind of listing back and forth, moving each leg ever so slowly forward, inch by inch. Her boyfriend was being rather accommodating and walking very slowly, stopping and waiting, then walking slowly again. Look, if I could, I would wear the most spectacular heels known to man, but my feet might as well be ripped up and used for dish rags; they are useless, they are show feet. I just find the loveliest sandals I can and play up the rock star toes. No way in hell am I going to weeble wobble my way down the street looking like a fine-ass idiot.
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