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Discussion in 'Picture Gallery' started by browserman, May 27, 2004.
Thiank up a caption - as ridiculous as possible.
Your rocket shoes, Mr. Bond.
my shoes have just been outsourced.
Yes, I'd like to return these executive Jesus shoes. They appear to be deffective. As you can see, they appear to sink in water ...
I'm trying to teach my cat to **** in my shoes.
Yeah, Bob just burst into flames. This is all that's left ...
What the hell and I supposed to do with these? I already have a pair.
two words: airport security.
... I have to stop now.
This proves even corporate management can qualify for the stinky feet competition.
No sir, YOU don't understand- this IS my stool sample.
The other guys at the office kept hazing frank. But the shoe prank went just a tad too far, and was he ever pissed.
"Now the next step in your Mafia training, gentlemen, is to pour in the cement."
No Frank!!! I said bring BOOZE for the office party!
Lawrence was not amused that someone from Accounts had glued his shoes into a plastic box. He presumed this was retaliation for the infamous goldfish last year. He accepted his fate with good grace.
Watson.... Its only a suspect if there are feet inside.
This is the first in our beach-ready wingtip line.
If the shoe fits, steal it, wear it, and return it for a refund.
Do I look like I like them?
I'm... too sexy for my shoes...
Spit shine? How barbaric.
Are you ready for the second course?
Now you can have dishpan feet too!
I'm cultivating toe-cheese samples.
I said Jordan's, you numbskull!
This is your feet on drugs.
Cows, can eat 'em, can't walk without 'em.
My dear sir, I'm a dishwasher.
Our new line of designer waterproof shoe-boxes!
It's a lousy cafeteria, but I was hungry and they only had two left, so I took them both.
Are these the WMD that you have been looking for?
Housing projects for old ladies with numerous children. Now available in a deluxe Executive model
Your uncle, the Wicked Warlock of the Northeast died. He would have wanted you to have these.
It's simple, really. We just put these in a 375 degree oven for 45 minutes.
Coming up next on "Cooking with Suits"...
While Martha's away, i'll be filling in. Today we will make filet of sole.
'Right, Ms Carshalton, would you please bring Mr Jobs his kick-in the-***-boots? Some fool here has mistakenly published our top secret new gadget on our website again.'
Please sir, can I have some more..
Table for three, please.
forget the shoes. You ought to see where he keeps his underwear.