Saturday, November 29, 2008

Footwork (Or, A Thanksgiving Memory)

My friend Torrey bought a couple of pairs of moccasins earlier this year. One pair is an "everyday" shoe...the other is a traditional Native American style moccasin - torqued out with fringe fringe fringe.

"Are you really going to wear these?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, " Torrey replied. "I'm rocking these at Thanksgiving. I'm going to be cooking and serving up everything native style while wearing these bitches. I'm going to whoop it up like I'm chilling with the Pilgrims."

With that set up, I had to spike it as such:

"And then when the meal is done, someone will give you a blanket laden with smallpox so you can go into the bedroom and die."

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