Today I decided I was to be intrepid. I walked from the edge of mile end to downtown Montreal. Although I was wearing my clothes from the previous evening, I had thought to pack a pair of clean underwear for the night so I was feeling fresh as a fiddle as I embarked into the world of man. You might not think that an intrepid explorer would wear a high waisted skirt, knee socks and suede boots but that is what intrepid explorers wear.
I knew the boots weren't walking shoes, but I was all "whuteva, I am a rockstar, the laws of physics do not apply to me". The boots are only slightly pointed and have a minuscule heel, but when you're walking for two hours straight, after a while its like your toes are being sucked into a vacuum.
The toes begin getting aggressive with each other and vying for space. Silly toes, there is no space to be had. As much as a given toe can spear the one of its brothers until my foot is a bloodied stump, there will never be more room in my boot.
I would say that the ring finger toe equivalent is the Richard 3 of the foot. Killing off his family until he is the last remaining.
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