To make it sound disproportionately more important than it actually is, I have a confession to make...
I LOVE Boots.
The type is not necessarily an issue but I have found that for some reason I really love boots. Shin Boots, Ankle Sneakers, Knee High Boots, Army Boots, Ladies Boots, even those weird things goth people wear that I don't know the name of... never mind. Point remains, I have something of an obsession with boots.
In my lifetime I have done a fair few salesman jobs working at the yearly HobbyX Exposition for The Model Train Shop and Aviation Shop at the Coca Cola Dome. (Money is money, don't judge. XD )
Some people that went to those shows might say i'm weird... *Looks shiftily from side to side*
My near obsession with boots meant I would occasionally walk up to people to genuinely compliment them for their choice in attire. Not untruthfully, if they suit you, I'm not going to say they do, but I really like boots so when I see people wearing them I get hyper. (I'm not going to talk about the awkward situations this habit got me into though... Well... maybe later.)
I've owned several pairs of boots in my life, and in fact am wearing a pair of Ankle Sneakers as I write this. I'm fairly sure that "Boots" is a fairly unorthodox choice in obsessions, but it's better than most of the other things I could like. Such as MyLittlePony... That shit is weird... which is why I don't watch it... often... on Sundays when I'm bored. Shut up ok...
Anyways, that's enough about my strange obsession with desiccated bovine hide that's been ruthlessly punctured and tied to a rubber slap to protect feet.
Catcha Later
The type is not necessarily an issue but I have found that for some reason I really love boots. Shin Boots, Ankle Sneakers, Knee High Boots, Army Boots, Ladies Boots, even those weird things goth people wear that I don't know the name of... never mind. Point remains, I have something of an obsession with boots.
In my lifetime I have done a fair few salesman jobs working at the yearly HobbyX Exposition for The Model Train Shop and Aviation Shop at the Coca Cola Dome. (Money is money, don't judge. XD )
Some people that went to those shows might say i'm weird... *Looks shiftily from side to side*
My near obsession with boots meant I would occasionally walk up to people to genuinely compliment them for their choice in attire. Not untruthfully, if they suit you, I'm not going to say they do, but I really like boots so when I see people wearing them I get hyper. (I'm not going to talk about the awkward situations this habit got me into though... Well... maybe later.)
I've owned several pairs of boots in my life, and in fact am wearing a pair of Ankle Sneakers as I write this. I'm fairly sure that "Boots" is a fairly unorthodox choice in obsessions, but it's better than most of the other things I could like. Such as MyLittlePony... That shit is weird... which is why I don't watch it... often... on Sundays when I'm bored. Shut up ok...
Anyways, that's enough about my strange obsession with desiccated bovine hide that's been ruthlessly punctured and tied to a rubber slap to protect feet.
Catcha Later
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