Thursday, July 16, 2009


Is all my fault. I promise. I single-handedly caused the downfall of Crocs.

I bought a pair.

I did.

I bought a pair of those ugly, plasticky, sloppy, sorry excuses for shoes.

I swore I never would, but I did.

I bought a pair because I can put my Grandma Orthotics in them and wear them at the Creek.

I bought them because it was 157 degrees, and my poor little feetsies were miserable in my tennis shoes.

I crashed the company.

I'm sure you think I'm exaggerating, but I have proof.

In Jr. High I got a pair of parachute pants for my birthday. Finally.

They went out of style the very next week.

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