Girls are the type of animal that believe they are highly evolved social beings yet judge every individual they meet based solely on his or her choice of shoes. Like an exotic bird that chooses the prettiest mate insead of the one who's feathers are ruffled from avenging his brother's death. "Well you're ok because your shoes match your outfit. That guy over there, however, needs a reality check." Yea right, as if my kicks weren't fresh this bitch wasn't gona slob the knob and Jerrod needs a reality... well ok, she's got me there. Basically, if your game is so whack that the girl at the bar says something along the lines of "no thanks, your shoes are whack sucka," be glad you got out of that relationship early. You're better of with more time to yourself so you can stay at home and work on your game in front of the mirror while listening to Garth Brooks in the nude, fag. Better luck next time, try matching your kicks with your shirt, dumbass.
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