A man walks into a store...
...and his wife waits with bated breath, hoping...no praying that they didn't have a pair of size 13 crocs in black. And they didn't!
Then the wife had to hope that the perky little blonde salesgirl didn't talk him into one of these asinine other colors...and she didn't!
Mission accomplished.
Is it wrong to feel so much happiness when John goes shoeless?? I hope not.
Labels: crocs are gross, john's adorable, outlets
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