Pick up your feet.
Pick up your feet.
It’s not 6:30 a.m.
You’re not going to the kitchen to get some coffee.
Pick up your feet.
Uggs are not that heavy.
You are just lazy.
What are those?
Chanel sunglasses?
Pick up your feet.
Get off the phone.
Why are you even going to class?
Daddy is going to get you a job anywhere you want one anyway.
You don’t need to go.
Then I wouldn’t have to hear you dragging your Uggs.
I wouldn’t have to hear you talking to your girlfriends.
I wouldn’t have to see your Chanel sunglasses, your Uggs, your stretch pants, your Northface fleece.
Go home.
Get drunk.
You want to do that anyway.
Pick up your feet!
robola said,
December 13, 2007 at 10:35 am
Who wants to go to Madison?!
vanderslice said,
December 13, 2007 at 11:34 am
BAHAHAHAHAHA!
i would like to state that i represent the part of the population that wears uggs soley for their extremely wonderful utilitarion purposes. this is wisco after all. and i do pick up my feet.
i want put a cap in those bitches’ skinny little asses.