a night in the life

The life of a barstar is tough. I have come to realise that going out is putting the cosmetic well being of my feet at high risk. It appears that the drunkest girls at the bar are always wearing heels. Stumbling about, displaying no concern for anyone else. While busy t-bombing on their bb's, they are completely and utterly unaware that the spikes of doom attached to their shoes are piercing my innocent little pigglets. It's fucking redic. I can't even count the mornings that I have endured with pain radiating up my legs due to these belligerent bitches. Flats or sneakers are always the way to go when you plan on getting sf'ed.