Mmmm, can you smell that?
Smells like... like....a whole lotta fureaky!
Man. Can you imagine these tangerine talons affectionatly rubbing up against you under the doona at night? Woh! There's a 15-inch section of shin-skin gone that you probably needed. And the noise! Incredible! Toes like that don't roam silently! Oh no, they're tap-tap-tapping all throughout the house, just like your dog does when it needs its nails clipped, only you can't just barrel up and grab a Ghetto Toez girl and prop her on your knee and clip her like you can Fido. Uh-uuuh. She'll straight out whoop yo ass, fool.
*Thank you, Oliver for showing me the way to these bone-thugs-and-hamony-ified Ghetto Toez.
I just hope they're not yours.
Nice sandals if they are.
