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I make a thud/smack sound when I fall in stilettos. If I wipe out on stairs, which i do frequently enough in regular shoes, it is a series of sounds followed by painful wailing.
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(At least we're not having the hose/no hose debate.)
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@joq8:
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@Penny: It could be worse, you could have Paul Bunyan growing out of your foot.
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i'd rather not wear shoes at all, actually.
06/05/09
then I remembered that most of these tags are for single use. so much for war tales about my great-grandpa blowing up gestapo conventions and making new passports for the oppressed. you know, that type :)
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personally i always wanted to be described as a french collaborator who had affairs with the germans and then was forced to shave my head in shame post war. but thats just me.
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In Burton's day they were itching to get into the fray. Now it is the opposite. They are always whining about the dangers of being killed. Oh my God, they are such wimps now!
The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed, wanting to test yourself to the limits. Now you have to fly 15,000ft above the war zone to avoid getting hit. I don't think there is any point in having wars if that's how you're going to behave. It's pathetic. All this whining
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I hope one day someone takes one look at me and imagines that I look like someone with pert cleavage who would have an Underground Railroad station in my cellar. However, based on my usual facial expressions, they would most likely imagine that I have a bunch of ill-fated dalmatians locked in my attic.
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