Wednesday, January 28, 2009

And If Thou Hast Not Taste, Let Thy Feet Be Bare

I have found them, Party People! A pair of shoes I hate worse than Crocs!




Ready?



You sure?



Okay.



Here they are:



The Caged Jelly Flat


Hack. Cough. Gag. Pitooee.

14 comments:

Big Shamu said...

I think I could make these with a drippy hot glue gun.
Truly hideous.

TROLL said...

I think those pre-date Crocs? I discovered a Libertarian Org today that, at first glance, doesn't seem to be composed of hapless dreamers. Curious if you're a member or cognizant of them.

moi said...

Shamu: That's EXACTLY how it looks like someone made them.

Troll: Jellies pre-date the dreaded Crocs, but these are now BACK in fashion, and therefore this pair is brand spanking new. And that Libertemarian Org would be . . . ?

K9 said...

maybe when hard times hit you can use 'em to catch a fish or something. looks like trash to me. but then again half the shite produced does. last night in target my friend and i marveled at the "spring line" not only is the country broke, its about to be even uglier.

S.O.S!

Wendy said...

ACKKK! I STEPPED IN SPAGHETTI AND IT WON'T LET GO!

Boxer said...

no,no,no,no, they cannot be coming back. My feet started sweating just looking at the picture.

Make it go away, Moi.

Gnomeself Be True said...

Lovely.

Can't wait for the men's version.

EmmaK said...

Wow!I think I just threw up in my mouth a little

Also flats in general
WHY? I did wear them - white pointy ones - when I was a rockabilly age 16 but since then would not be caught dead in em.

pamokc said...

Those are for apres-pool on a hot summer day to keep your feet from scorching on hot pavement ... and nothing else.

TROLL said...

It's called the Sam Adams Club or something. I linked it at TTR.
Grassy-rootsy, as far as I could tell.

Doris Rose said...

I'm afraid I am completely in agreement on this one.

moi said...

Yay, consensus!

czar said...

But don't they remind you of the chair your mother found that ended up being Art?

moi said...

Czar: Uh . . . no.