Seriously, who needs 80 lbs. of shoes period, let alone for an 8 day trip. I don't change my shoes that often in a five year period. My stacked disco shoes weighed less than 5 lbs. And Frankenboots probably weighed more than twenty but he never changed his. Gettin' wackier by the minute.


Two Replies to The Mickster = Imelda

Lori Lancaster | February 17, 2009
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Tony Peters | February 17, 2009
Yeah I was thinking the same thing and I have 4 pairs of Combat boot and 2 pairs of motorcycle boots


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