here are two polysteyrene packaging things which have holes just wide enough to put your feet in (as demonstrated by my leg here).
i was going to put them on and walk the rest of the way to work, but decided not to when i’d got the first one on. there was a real danger of street fallage.
And jane would skin-me-alive if i went through the knees of my work trousers.
my gramma told me when i was twelve that if i ever lived with a man before i was married she would “skin me alive.” when my sister did it i asked my gramma why she didn’t skin her alive and she couldn’t give me an answer.
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