Ich habe no footzenhausen

Crhist on a triscuit. I don't have any fleeping shoes to wear at Jennyfur’s wedding this weekend. Something tells me my burgundy Docs and my patent leather spiked heels are just gauche next to a lavender gown. Fresk. And Merrells are flat out. Anyone have ballet slippers for cheap? Rowr!
Adding insult to injury, not that [...]