
Pro Spirit aqua shoes. I bought these for sailboarding class in Nebraska in 1994, in Holmes Lake. I hadn't worn them since until today.
What a climax to the 102 days of Christmas/New Year's. You have just experienced a one of a kind original. And the aqua shoes are just what you might have hoped for, waiting all this time.
I didn't actually know that I had 100 pairs of shoes. But I actually have exactly one hundred. Good thing I bought a few pairs since this started or I never would have made it to the end of this blog.
I would like to thank God the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit for sustaining me through the thousands of dollars and hours it took to acquire, buy, wear, post and comment on these shoes over the last 18 years, and especially 102 days. So I'll say it: Thank you, God.
I would like to thank my grandparents for not getting divorced ever and for having a sexual relationship for just long enough to have both of my parents. I would also like to thank my parents for having sex that one fateful time during the last 18 years of their marriage, so that I could fight through the contraceptive foam, the rubber, and the diaphragm. What I mean is, my dad had an infection, a nice pair of rubber boots, and my mom's a really good singer, so she uses her diaphragm to sing well. And I was also born. And the word sex simply means "gender."
Oh, so I said I would like to thank those people, but won't because my grandparents are dead and my parents have been married to other people for 20 years and don't want to bring up the past.
And all this is why I have a Pro Spirit, and some beautiful Pro Spirit Aqua Shoes from Wal-Mart. Amen. Halleluyah. Ass-salaam-alley-come. Word. Booty. Peace. Wigs. B.O. Tough-Actin' Tinactin. Corns. Nebraska. Aksarben. Arkansas. Razorbacks. Stripples. No Strippers. Rap dat, yo. Happy 2007.
P.S.: See you in heaven.