Motherfargin new shoes, squeeking with every friggin’ step I take. How am I supposed to sneak up on the hired henchmen, that surround my mortal enemy’s complex, and snap their necks in these damned things?
You can either a) cleverly change shoes with one of the other sides’ guys, thereby killing two birds with one stone, or B) pay off your credit card.
Shoes? Damn, I was hoping this was a rant about those damn noisy newlywed neighbors.