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PeckhamRose Wrote:

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> No, you can't assume we're all gonna say shoes.


Damn right! I don't own any. They are impractical, uncomfortable, ridiculous, and vastly over-priced (in my not so humble opinion).:))



*expects a barrage of heels to come flying*

Ladymuck, you are right. They are often uncomfortable, frequently rediculous, and always over priced. But there is just no escaping the fact that they are fabulous, sexy, joy inducing, life affirming boxes of pure happiness. If I ever meet Stuart Weitzman I will undoubtedly have one of those screaming teenage beetlemania moments, before falling into a dead faint.


And I make absolutely no apology for that at all.



If you mean Seinfeld then yes, but a not especially good one


HOWEVER, the sitcom based around that premise is an all time great


Also worth checking out is a documentary about his attempt at getting back into stand-up after years out of the game (in a parallel story with a fairly obnoxious new guy) , called... Comedian

legalbeagle Wrote:

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> But there is just no escaping the

> fact that they are fabulous, sexy, joy inducing,

> life affirming boxes of pure happiness.


Sexy? Joy inducing? Life affirming boxes of pure happiness?


LB, as much as I adore you dear friend...I have to say that, on this occasion, you are OFF YOUR BLOOMIN TROLLEY!:))


*falls about laughing*

A good tip for you ladies who, like me, love your shoes. When shopping for shoes I always write my shoe size on a small piece of paper and tuck it into the top of my sock. This saves me having to remove one of my shoes every time I go into a shop.


Don't all thank me for that one at once.

Ladymuck Wrote:

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> legalbeagle Wrote:

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> -----

> > But there is just no escaping the

> > fact that they are fabulous, sexy, joy

> inducing,

> > life affirming boxes of pure happiness.

>

> Sexy? Joy inducing? Life affirming boxes of pure

> happiness?

>

> LB, as much as I adore you dear friend...I have to

> say that, on this occasion, you are OFF YOUR

> BLOOMIN TROLLEY!:))

>

> *falls about laughing*


Laugh all you like, it's true! And I fear I am not alone. Mr Carnell, Eddie Izzard (*swoon*) and Dame Edna are with me all the way!

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