I Fought The Chaw, And The Chaw Won

Everyone needs to put some damn shoes on. “Oh, no. Shoes are the foot-killer; I shall not wear them. I will let trips to Foot Locker pass over me like a wave, and when they are gone only my tootsies shall remain.” Nicely done. “Besides, I was talking to Josh, and it turns out that … Continue reading I Fought The Chaw, And The Chaw Won