File under: what the actual fuck? A little while back under slightly suspicious but probably basically chill circumstances my father showed up at my place randomly and handed me over these ultra snazzy size kazillion slip-on dress shoes that could only ever conceivably fit an acromegalic seventy-six-year-old super freak like my old man (who clearly hasn't the slightest idea how big my somewhat girlish little feet are, only compounding my shame with respect to said feet). So, you know, if you're suffering from gigantism hit me up. As I would naturally sympathize/commiserate with anybody suffering from gigantism, you can consider these puppies free for the taking.



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