I was walking to the grocery store this evening when I saw something perplexing: a pretty, well-dressed lady chatting happily with a guy as they strode across 69th Street down Broadway -- but she wasn't wearing any shoes. No socks -- nothing. Bare feet. On Broadway.
I resisted the urge to shake her maniacally by the shoulders, shouting "HEPATITIS, HEPATITIS!!!! HERE'RE SOME FLIP FLOPS -- SAVE YOURSELF!"
Today my boss called me a lazy bum, which may be true. It is in the morning. If anyone wants to take my place, let me know.
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