We Call These "Don't Fuck Me" Pumps
These gleaming leather uglies are confused as to whether they're women's shoes, men's shoes, mary janes or golf cleats. Helpfully confusing matters even more, they've got a twisted bridle attached at the heel. If ever pairs of footwear deserved to die in a fire, it's these. (NYT)
We Call These "Don’t Fuck Me" Pumps
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This ain't the sisterhood of the traveling pants.
Buy the book now on Amazon.com. Or listen to Ronnie tell a story at escaping-from-reality.com.
This ain't the sisterhood of the traveling pants.
Buy the book now on Amazon.com. Or listen to Ronnie tell a story at escaping-from-reality.com.

