Pflap, plfap, pflap, pflap . . .

Just so you know my wife isn’t exaggerating, behold the fifty-dollar flip-flops (currently on sale for thirty-five).

More proof (as if we needed it) that there are people with more money than sense.

Actually, they were more like a combination of this and this, although the exact sandals are not on the web site. Perhaps they do have some shame … no, no they don’t.

Toes are disgusting. They should definately be covered up when not in the privacy of one’s own home. Okay, well maybe at public beaches and pools, but I wouldn’t mind an ordinance making those aquashoe thingies mandatory.
I went to a restaurant tonight where the hostess seating us was wearing a pair of the giant heeled pflappers, it was just so very very wrong. I spent half the meal thinking evil “trip now!” thoughts at her.

The president of my company is wearing a pair right now. I think they cost about $2.

He’s also fiddling with a wa-wa pedal and getting ready to leave early to practice with his rock band.

I love this place.