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I like progress as much as the next guy; especially the way it’s boots feel on my back as it stomps on by.
Something flew across the air towards the innocent little girl (it appeared to be a boot).
“No captain, no, I beg of you, I will not ever wear spiked boots on the deck again!”
When all you can talk about is boots, beer and cake, it might be time to give up and just damn well go and drink beer.
When going on any extended hike, it is always a good idea to bring along an extra pair of hiking boots, in case you become lost for years and years and your first pair wear out; if carrying along an extra pair of boots is not practical, or you simply want to avoid the excess weight, you can always make sure you hike with a buddy who wears the same size boot as yourself, then simply take the necessary steps to assure that your hiking buddy has an “unfortunate accident” before his boots become too worn.
Toasters are one thing, but boots have more weight.
As spring takes its warm hold on the weather, I sometimes worry that the only reason I’ve been hanging on to the bottom of the planet is my boots and, hence, I damn well take my time taking my feet out of those cool-weather shoes.
Peering around the corner of the cupboard, the long, leathery boot waited and watched.
You never know where bunnies might be hiding, even in your boots, so always check for fluffy sights, else watch out for cahoots.
Nothing shores you up so well as a big, bright red pair of boots.
Boots, scarves, hats, coats and plenty of excuses to stay inside and read books.
A wooden duck with big, black wooden boots.
You know, they aren’t all made for walking.
Helplessly watching his boots as they slogged through the bracken of the primeval forest, Wolcroft fervently hoped the Butterfly Effect was just a fallacy.
In the last two months I’ve had to give last rights to two of my favourite pairs of boots and it feels a little like a part of my soul has been thrown away each time.
Here, in the midst of my mild Australian winter, my toes are wonderfully warm thanks to my mighty boots of awesome.
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