Saturday, September 24, 2016
Perfectly Dirty Timberland Boots
Ebay is just a goldmine for hot pics of dirty, beaten up boots. Today I found these and they are just the perfect amount of dirty with just the right amount of wear on them. According to the listing, they are size 10 1/2.
Advertising 101
Now, this is how you advertise a product: in it's natural habitat! From the Timberland website. Click to enlarge (and enlarge something else, if you know what I mean)
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Boot Blasphemy
I love Timberland boots, but when they're red and laced up like this I want to puke. In my opinion, boots should be for getting dirty and for stomping, not tip toeing around the city, terrified of getting scuff marks.
Is it 1996 Again?
Most of you know about my raging cop fetish. It's bad enough you can't even talk to one online, let alone meet one for a trample session, but still, I persist.
I got a response from someone who replied to my Craigslist ad looking for a cop.
"Are you a cop?" I asked early on in our conversation..
"No, I'm still in the preliminary stages."
"Too bad, but maybe he's hot anyway," I thought. I asked him his weight.
"160" This would be Disappointment #1
I pressed on. "Do you have any boots?"
He said he had Doc Martens. Disappointment #2. I really can't stand those boots. I just find them really ugly. And also, you never see them on construction worker or cops.
Then came the picture of them. Jesus Christ. They look like something a girl would wear to an Alanis Morrissette concert in 1996.
He told me he had combat boots. I was interested now. So I pestered him for a pic. He was so happy to have found them.
He sent me this, the "Loch ness Monster" of boot pics. And Disappointment #3 Seriously, what the hell is going on here?
In the end, he wanted to trample me but he was also skittish about the dangerous aspect of it.
I got a response from someone who replied to my Craigslist ad looking for a cop.
"Are you a cop?" I asked early on in our conversation..
"No, I'm still in the preliminary stages."
"Too bad, but maybe he's hot anyway," I thought. I asked him his weight.
"160" This would be Disappointment #1
I pressed on. "Do you have any boots?"
He said he had Doc Martens. Disappointment #2. I really can't stand those boots. I just find them really ugly. And also, you never see them on construction worker or cops.
Then came the picture of them. Jesus Christ. They look like something a girl would wear to an Alanis Morrissette concert in 1996.
He told me he had combat boots. I was interested now. So I pestered him for a pic. He was so happy to have found them.
He sent me this, the "Loch ness Monster" of boot pics. And Disappointment #3 Seriously, what the hell is going on here?
In the end, he wanted to trample me but he was also skittish about the dangerous aspect of it.
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