In your 6 inch high heeled slut boots is NOT the one!!!
It’s 3.30am and I should be asleep.
My feet are throbbing. I’ve been dancing all night and then I walked the 2 miles home in the bitter cold.
HOLD ME.
In your 6 inch high heeled slut boots is NOT the one!!!
It’s 3.30am and I should be asleep.
My feet are throbbing. I’ve been dancing all night and then I walked the 2 miles home in the bitter cold.
HOLD ME.
take the boots off or hide a pair of non slut boots around the corner and why are they slut boots haha
Because they make men act stupid.
They call em taxis .
Haha…I always take them off and walk…or if I’m lucky enough, I get carried home…I’m small enough
pics or its not true … not of feet but six inch slut boots firmly attached to them …and hey why not the rest of yah
damn theory proved fully by previous post
Taking your boots off is tacky which i why i always carry a spare pair of my diddy shoes
you werent drunk enough if you could still feel the pain…:laugh:
As I was walking down the high street some kid was laying on the pavement completely out of his nut. I sat him up, held his head whilst he threw up everywhere and called everyone in his phonebook until someone came to get him. I then had to drag him out to the road and prop him up outside a church haha. Poor kid man, he was in a proper state.
By the time all this happened I had sobered up a lil. I wasn’t that drunk though, I’m trying to be good and not get too caned. I would’ve got a cab but the amount of people outside was stupid and there’s always trouble there.
This thread is complete bollox why did I start it?
That was me last night too! Christ, what a night! :ermm:
Walking home drunk in high heels is a fine art which needs years of practice;)
including such boots? :w00t:
well done for helping that guy i’m sure he will appreciate it when he starts getting flash backs
6inch boots - ouch, i can understand your pain, even though my shoes are mainly under this length for obvious reason.
with regards to 2miles, try doing 3.5 miles at night with high boots on ( not as high as yours though) from kingston upon thames to hampton station - walking down that road is like looking for oasis in a desert, it’s almost like some sort of punishment and therapy at the same time. but recently i’ve done something over 4miles walking at night due to getting off at the wrong station, i gotta stop doing this to myself really.
but hey you’ve saved money
Good legs dont need high heels:cool:
I also met a horny Santa who asked me to feel his sack :w00t: and some trash clown on the bus WITH HIS 2 KIDS looked me up and down and said ‘I’ld love to shag a goth’ :blink:
God bless my slut boots.
want a foot massage?
No, not from you mate.