I have no idea if these are real, but you’ll look like a jerk wearing them.
(I’ll see myself out.)
Poor thing is pigeon-toed.
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Obviously, she’s some kind of Private Messenger, or a part of that kind of service.
No, wait – she’s got a terrible affliction – looks a lot like Hermes simplex, er duplex.
Whew! Either way, I feel the Mercury rising, so I’m gettin outta here.
Do they leave flecked white splats behind them?
My second question…why?
Of course they are real. In fact, they are kind of mild compared to most of your fashion week posts.
My cats would attack ’em, if they smelled like the real thing.
I have no idea if these are real
Yes, they’re real pigeons. It’s the intersection of fashion and taxidermy.
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No those aren’t real pigeons, just a clever imitation. Real pigeons have feathers. Real pigeons are messy and imperfect. Real pigeons are alive. It is the difference between a plastic houseplant and a living thing. I share your anger about fashion and taxidermy.
Pigeon shaming, for erm shame!
Call me a rainbow chaser, call me a pollyanna, but I prefer to look at the bright side. Wear these and your carbohydrate budgeting worries are over, for in every park and public space, some good-hearted person will scatter bread, pizza crust chunks, nuts, and whoknowswhatall at your feet, for free!
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Those shoes are for the birds.
I kinda like them, but she is wearing them backasswards. I’d be happy to wear my pigeon shoes, but this not how to do it.
Haven’t you all heard of wing tips?
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Q: How do you know donnah is not conservatibe?
A: Her jokes are funny.
MD – I thought I hit a triple, with my comment, and then “stole home” with the music vid. Hermes was the messenger of the Greek Gods, and is also a well-known fashion brand, and it sounds kinda like with Herpes, which is where I was going with it. And Mercury was the wing-footed msgr of the Roman gods, so if the pigeon shoes carried her aloft, it would be “Mercury rising,” which also means the temp is climbing, and Frank, well, frankly I thought it was the perfect ending.
It’s my day off. I try not to think on my day off.
I’ll laugh tomorrow.
Doh – “Frankly”. He he… That’s a good one.
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