Tell me your version of the story behind this apparently fine looking pair of shoes being left in a supermarket parking lot. But don't make me cry... Make it a happy story, but with a low point that builds quickly to a happy ending. No cliff hangers!
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Once upon a time there was a man named Bert Bananas, who stole the pink Bratz shoes right off the unsuspecting feet of an innocently napping Katrocket.
He didn't care that those magical shoes held the key to all her supernatural powers, in fact, he didnt even realize those shoes were so special to her. He just wanted to abandon them in a supermarket parking lot, take photos, and host a blog writing contest that involved no prize money whatsoever.
When Katrocket awoke to find her mystical shoes missing, she called all her ex-boyfriends in the Canadian Army to enlist their help in retrieving her stolen mojo. They only offered her a litany of lame excuses, like "Screw you, I'm in Afghanistan. Please send porn."
Katrocket knew there was no way she could afford a flight to SoCal to face the evil Bert and take back her shoes, so she did what any good victim would do: she wrote to Harpo Productions, had her sad story featured on Oprah and O Magazine, and received a lifetime supply of Bratz shoes in every colour!
Shortly afterwards, Katrocket discovered she had her magical powers all along! Apparently it was her OWN FEET that gave her the amazing power to walk - the shoes had nothing to do with it.
The End
The moral of this story: "don't date Army guys if you ever want your shoes back."
Gee Kat, talk about being upstaged...
I was gonna say that four, I mean seven black guys held me up (at gunpoint of course) for my feminine-side shoes. However, once they realized they weren't Nikes (one syllable), they abandoned them at the Albertson's Grocery Store across from Felony Flats in Apple Valley.
Can I have them back, please?
Sorry, T. But this really happened, and I wanted everyone to know about the darker side of Le Banane.
See! I waited! I can play well with others, Mr. Bananas!
My story is short (for a change):
Those little girl shoes left behind in the parking lot mean that despite my best efforts, I left some evidence behind.
There once was a girl forced to wear pink sneakers in an effort to socialize her into stereotypical female roles. She would have none of it. She stepped out of her canvas prison and took off across the shopping center parking lot in a cart made for flying to adventures extraordinaire.
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