I just got back from the mall, and usually the mall is weak almost everything about it, from the clothes to the shoes, can't find a thing. But as of lately the local finishline has been cooking up some crack and putting it on their shelves.
I walk into the mall and as I scan the mall to see what store I want to go in first to waste my time, I look and there they are sitting on the display I may have been 30 feet back but I can make out that sexy figure anywhere. So I run over just to make sure my eyes haven't decieved me and this wasnt some sick twisted hallucenation caused by the diddy bop (just so you know it is a beverage) I had consumed the night before. And it wasnt I held them up as if it was Simba and I was the monkey dude, and then I asked you got this in size 12?
Low and behold the Jordan 12s aka the smooooooooth blue....
And Im as happy as a kid in the candy store...
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